Shang Yanting was happy to have her cling to him like a sloth.

Just as the two were walking affectionately toward the room where the clothes were displayed, the voices of the second and eleventh senior brothers came from outside the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Yan?"

"Slim barrel?"

Are you inside?

Of course I am!

The two voices startled Jia Xitong, who quickly jumped off Shang Yanting. She straightened her clothes and quickly created a one-meter distance between herself and Shang Yanting.

The reason they did this was because they hadn't told their senior brothers about their relationship.

After all, Jia Xitong had promised her fellow disciples that she would devote herself to the Dao and sever all emotional ties.

The scene of making that vow is as vivid in my mind as if it happened yesterday.

"Junior brother!"

They called out many times at the door, and finally stepped into the yard after receiving a response.

"Hey, why are you only speaking now? Did we disturb your cultivation?"

"No."

Shang Yanting led them to the pavilion for rest, saying, "Please sit down, senior brothers."

Since the second and eleventh senior brothers hadn't done anything wrong, they naturally sat with great poise. Jia Xitong tiptoed to sit down at the round table, her posture upright and extremely well-behaved.

Shang Yanting glanced at her, then asked the two of them, "What is it, Senior Brother?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to tell you that your eleventh senior brother recently made it onto the list of the top 50 martial arts masters at Dingtian Academy."

The second senior brother spoke of this with great joy.

Eleventh Senior Brother, who was known for his thick skin, waved his hand somewhat embarrassedly, "It's nothing, just 49th place. They're exaggerating over there, especially considering it's a ranking among disciples within the academy."

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