Ji Mofan glanced at him indifferently, "I don't need Junior Brother Ning to worry about what I'll do."
Ning Weisheng was Ji Yunhong's eldest disciple.
He joined the Yuncang Sword Sect more than ten years earlier than Ji Mofan, and gradually climbed from an outer disciple to a true disciple. He and Ji Mofan, who was almost parachuted in, were always at odds.
At the age of eight, he went from being a beggar on the roadside to becoming the first true disciple of the youngest elder of the Yun Cang Sword Sect. Such an experience is truly enviable.
However, the discord is one-sided. Ji Mofan used to be carefree and unwilling to argue with him, but now he doesn't care about his targeting at all.
He's more than ten years older than him, yet his cultivation level has been caught up with his own. What is there for him to care about?
In the past, people in Jimo believed that humility was a virtue.
Right now, all he wants is to live comfortably first.
Suffering while others enjoy happiness brings no reward.
Ning Weisheng was caught in a dilemma by his attitude; she couldn't just walk away, nor could she continue to pester him.
"Is this how you treat your seniors?!" In the end, he could only stubbornly reply with a forced sense of bravado.
"Oh, senior..." Ji Mofan subtly drew out the last syllable, taking a few steps closer to him.
He looked exactly the same as before, with a gentle smile on his face that seemed to be welded to him no matter what injustice he suffered. But Ning Weisheng inexplicably felt his heart pounding and couldn't help but take a half step back.
He shifted his heel a few inches before belatedly realizing what was happening.
Now that both of them are in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm, what does he have to be afraid of!
Thinking of this, he forced himself to glare back.
“Junior Brother Ning, what gives you the right to call me ‘senior’?” Ji Mo Fan even had his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, looking completely harmless.
"Do you think you're heavier than me just because you're all muscle?"
"Or is it because you've eaten more salt than I have?"
But at this moment, his words inexplicably gave people a chilling feeling, as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave in the warm spring.
"If I remember correctly, the senior disciple should be above the true disciple. Logically, you should call me senior brother."
Ning Weisheng's jaw was starting to ache from clenching it so tightly.
"Yes, Senior Brother." He finally squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.
"That's more like it." Ji Mofan nodded in satisfaction. "On this training trip, I'm the team leader and you're the vice-team leader. You should listen to your senior brother."
After saying that, he didn't care how sour Ning Weisheng's expression was. He lowered his head and said a few last words to Ge Gen, pushed the child back to the gate of Yun Cang Sword Sect, and then turned around and was the first to fly onto the flying artifact behind him.
Ning Weisheng stood there staring at him for a long time.
He was the last one to reluctantly step forward, only after all the other disciples had already put on their magical artifacts.
As soon as I walked in, I couldn't hold back my emotions again.
The magical artifact prepared by the Yuncang Sword Sect for its disciples going out for training resembles a large ship. As long as spirit stones are placed inside, it can be activated to ride the clouds.
The rooms upstairs are similar in structure to the cabins, with corridors on both sides of the ship's side and rooms arranged in a herringbone pattern.
The Yuncang Sword Sect is not close to the Shenya Secret Realm in the Southern Frontier. This time, the number of people on the trip is large. Even though they have used the sect's best flying magic weapon, its size still makes the movement relatively slow.
It would take them about half a day to arrive, so a rest room was prepared for each of them.
I don't know what the other Sword Sect disciples thought, but after they all chose their rooms, they actually left a room next to Ji Mofan for Ning Weisheng, who was the last to board the ship.
Don't they know that their birth charts are notoriously incompatible?
The other Sword Sect disciples also secretly groaned.
In the past, things would have been better. Ji Mofan had a gentle personality. Even as the chief of a sect, he was not arrogant and always treated people kindly, regardless of their status. Being his neighbor might have allowed you to get some of his attention.
But now, given that Ji Mo Fan just had an argument with someone, only a fool would want to live next to him.
Otherwise, if he's in a bad mood, he might get criticized too.
Actually, they don't need to worry so much.
Because Ji Mo Fan's bad temper was indeed specifically directed at Ning Weisheng.
Even when facing Shen Yun and others, he would only confront them under certain conditions, and usually wouldn't openly break off relations.
After all, they hadn't done anything wrong in most people's eyes, and he didn't want to waste his reputation on rotten people.
But Ning Weisheng is different; he's the type who rarely wears his dissatisfaction with Ji Mofan on his sleeve.
It would be a disservice not to give him a piece of my mind, given his unique circumstances.
As Ning Weisheng stared at his room door, contemplating whether to find a way to change rooms or simply stand on the deck for a few hours to get some fresh air, Ji Mofan happened to push open the door of the room next door.
"What a coincidence, Junior Brother Ning." He greeted Ning Weisheng with a slight smile as usual.
He didn't wait for a response from the other party; he was simply in a good mood and therefore willing to give others a pleasant look.
As for how Ning Weisheng would feel seeing his expression, he couldn't be bothered to think about it.
After finishing his own words, he casually leaned against the edge of the flying artifact's gunwale.
The sails climbed the mast, spirit stones were embedded in the driving array, and the ship slowly rose into the sky on the warm spring breeze.
As Yuncang Mountain gradually dwindled to a tiny dot beneath his feet, and Ge Gen, who had been hopping and skipping to see him off, could no longer be seen, Ji Mofan withdrew his gaze and aimlessly looked at the distant sea of clouds.
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