The Daoist Nun’s eyes widened slightly. After a couple of breaths, she realized the intention of this younger sister.
She was asking for her na.
"My surna is Li," the Daoist Nun said.
"You don’t have a na? I’ve heard everyone has a na." Yun Qian said with great interest, "What do you think of the na Mo Chou? I really like this girl."
The Daoist Nun’s eyes twitched slightly.
Isn’t this sister being too rude?
How could she just give her a na?
However, the strange thing was that whatever Yun Qian did gave her a very natural feeling. Her every smile and word were very much like the traces left in the air by her master’s Duster in the Daoist Temple.
So despite the rudeness, there was an invisible feeling driving her to go along with Yun Qian.
That feeling was very peculiar.
Almost like... cultivation?
——
"Zhibai." The Daoist Nun said seriously.
"Hmm?" Yun Qian looked at her.
"Li Zhibai, Knowing White and Guarding Black." The Daoist Nun sighed softly, thinking she hadn’t told anyone her na in a long ti.
"Li Zhibai, that’s your na?" Yun Qian seed sowhat disappointed, obviously preferring Li Mochou a bit more.
"Yes."
"Turns out knowing your na isn’t a difficult thing."
Xu Chang’an just doesn’t ask; if he asked, he would know.
"What do you an?" Li Zhibai looked at Yun Qian, feeling this girl was very strange indeed.
"Nothing." Yun Qian shook her head slowly, looking at the Daoist Nun with her long hair tied up and a great figure but a plain appearance, and asked, "How old are you this year, Sister?"
Li Zhibai: "..."
She thought Yun Qian was already very strange, but it turned out there were even stranger things ahead.
"It’s supposed to be asking this question to my younger sister," Li Zhibai said helplessly.
"Is that so?" Yun Qian responded.
Knowing a person starts with their na and age, so she asked. It’s her normal way, as required by Xu Chang’an.
"I call you Sister, so I ought to be younger than you." Yun Qian said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "So, how old are you, Sister?"
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"I don’t know how Miss and Mister get along, but... I can guess a few things." Xu Chang’an lifted the dicine box, having spent so effort to break free from the layers of girls at the Sword Hall.
His Mister is gentle with people outside of students, so he isn’t worried about Yun Qian being rude.
However...
If Yun Qian really is inattentive, Mister might bla him later.
"Junior Brother! Over here!"
"Young Master!"
From afar, more girls walked toward him.
"Senior Sister, I have things to do," Xu Chang’an paused for a mont and then headed toward the Teleportation Array at Muyu Peak.
There was no helping it.
These Senior Sisters wouldn’t enter the Sword Hall without permission. When Yun Qian was by his side, they wouldn’t disturb him either. Now that Xu Chang’an was out of the Sword Hall and Yun Qian wasn’t around... he beca their most familiar Junior Brother.
These curious Senior Sisters almost overwheld him.
They imdiately started asking all sorts of questions.
Most were questions related to the Sword Hall and about Yun Qian.
"Why do they have so many questions to ask?" Xu Chang’an mused as he reached a quieter place, recalling the scorching gaze of certain Senior Sisters, his eyes twitched.
Despite the Hundred Herbs Garden being nad a garden, it actually occupied a peak like Muyu Peak and Celestial Bright Peak, so to visit Hundred Herbs Garden, he still had to use the Teleportation Array.
Arriving by the water, Xu Chang’an glanced at his appearance.
His clothes were ssed up by those Senior Sisters, even sared with rouge. And unsurprisingly... he was again stained with the Spiritual Power carrying the scent of rouge.
Headache, rouge can be washed away, but Spiritual Qi cannot.
Looking like this when leaving Muyu Peak, disciples would spread all kinds of strange rumors again.
He didn’t care, but now that Yun Qian also ca up the mountain, if Miss Yun hears...
He must think of a solution.
Naturally, Xu Chang’an thought of Wen Li, Senior Wen, who previously helped sever rouge Spiritual Qi from him.
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