"Greetings, Senior Brother."
"I hope my senior brother is well."
Ji Mofan could not continue sitting haphazardly on the ground, so he had to put down what he was holding and get up to return the greeting.
Then she looked at Wei Qianmu, "Uncle-Master, what's wrong...?"
“My two disciples are really useless. They have been cultivating under my tutelage for so long, but their mastery of formations is not even half as good as the chief disciple’s.” Wei Qianmu looked at his two disciples with particular disdain. “They are too disappointing, so I think I will let them stay by the chief disciple’s side for a while.”
"Don't worry, Master. Your senior brother doesn't want to cause you any trouble. Just treat them like two big rocks and put them aside as decorations."
Ji Mofan blinked.
The two true disciples were also momentarily dumbfounded.
The two of them? Not even worthy to be assistants to the chief? They're just decorations?
The fact that the two were accepted as disciples by the elders of the Chaoming Palace speaks volumes about their exceptional talent. Over the years, thanks to Wei Qianmu's strict guidance and their diligence, their growth has been remarkably rapid.
Now the two of them are over a hundred years old combined, yet they still have to act as decorations in front of Ji Mofan, who is only in his early twenties.
Although they had heard that Ji Mofan had won first place in the new Daoist Tournament, they were both busy with their own things and did not go to the event to watch, so they have never witnessed Ji Mofan's true strength.
In their eyes, Ji Mofan was still a sword cultivator at heart. Even if he practiced formations, they were only methods to assist his swordsmanship.
Even if they are strong, they are still far inferior to those cultivators who specialize in formations.
Not to mention that they started learning much earlier than Ji Mofan, and their accumulated knowledge and experience are definitely several times greater.
As a result, their own master actually took the initiative to place these two disciples under Ji Mofan.
The two disciples had no doubt that their master was intentionally flattering the newly appointed chief.
Such a custom does not exist in Chaoming Palace, and their master is certainly not that kind of person.
The only possibility is that their newly appointed chief is truly capable, worthy of Wei Qianmu giving him such face in front of his disciples.
Neither of them ever imagined that their master would secretly sell out their future happiness, just to become Ji Mofan's legitimate elder.
How can the relationship between a master and his nephew be as close as that between a father-in-law and son-in-law?
After all, one can have a long list of senior and junior uncles, but the number of fathers-in-law and sons-in-law cannot grow indefinitely.
However, he wasn't shameless enough to tell his two disciples to make other considerations only if they were to become Daoist partners with Ji Mofan.
Although he cherished Ji Mofan's talent, he was not a cheap master who didn't treat his disciple like a human being.
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