Another ordinary day, just like any other.
As usual, Shen Yun meditated for a while in his room after getting up in the morning, regulating his breathing to allow the spiritual energy to circulate through his meridians for several cycles.
The chaos that had lingered in his sleep for several hours was completely cleared away after this meditation. He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest.
Next, it's time to practice swordsmanship.
But just as Shen Yun reached for his sword lying to the side, he suddenly sensed some movement coming from outside his courtyard.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The door was knocked on three times in a proper manner.
Without even needing to use his divine sense to confirm, Shen Yun knew that it was his eldest disciple who had arrived.
Every time he came to pay his respects, the timing was always perfect, just in time when Shen Yun was fully prepared, so that he wouldn't be caught off guard and have to rush out to meet him.
"Come in." He put down his sword and sat down at the table again.
Ji Mofan pushed open the door and entered, bowing his head in greeting, "Good morning, Master."
Looking at the young man in front of him, whose figure had already grown taller, Shen Yun was momentarily dazed.
Kids grow up so fast!
It seems like just yesterday the child was barely up to his waist, but today he's grown to be as tall as his chest.
Shen Yun lowered his head and coughed lightly, "How was your cultivation yesterday?"
Ji Mofan looked up at his expression, seemingly trying to gauge his mood.
Only then did he slowly begin his own narration.
Shen Yun had always been quite satisfied with the eldest disciple that the sect leader had forcibly assigned to him.
Although he initially found raising children somewhat troublesome, not only in terms of spiritual practice, but also in terms of all aspects of daily life, he had to worry about them.
They're not your own flesh and blood, so it's inevitable that you'll have some emotional attachments when you're taking care of them.
The other disciples were all older than him and more self-reliant, but Ji Mofan still needed him to take care of her in many ways.
But Ji Mofan is an exceptionally sensible child.
Whenever I sense that my master is in a bad mood, I will keep quiet and try to handle things on my own. I will only come to my master when I can't solve the problem no matter what.
Not only can he take care of everything in his daily life, but he can also solve problems in his cultivation on his own. He can even help Shen Yun deal with the disciples who come to ask questions.
Aside from the first few years when raising him required a bit more effort, it became less and less of a hassle later on.
Especially when listening to Ji Mofan standing in front of him reporting on his homework, he not only completed the assigned content but also exceeded the required amount of extra work.
This eldest disciple's growth rate is much faster than that of the other disciples under the elders.
Shen Yun would even occasionally wonder if he, as the eldest disciple, had a chance to take the vacant chief position in the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
He wasn't jealous of his disciple's talent. Such talent is something that comes naturally from nature, and jealousy can't take it away from you. It would only add gloom to your Dao heart, which isn't worth it.
Instead of dwelling on things you can't change, think about what you can gain.
The sound of Ji Mo Fan stopped without anyone noticing.
Shen Yun pondered for a while before realizing that Ji Mofan was still standing there, glancing at him every now and then with barely perceptible caution.
He couldn't help but frown.
Why has this child become so reserved?
Shen Yun clearly remembered that in the early days after he was taken in, he would act like a spoiled child, just like any other child.
Just like Qi Fengyu, she's charming and adorable.
But as he grew older, he became excessively sensible. He couldn't understand why, despite having a similar upbringing to Qi Fengyu, Ji Mofan couldn't develop the same personality as him.
Moreover, Ji Mofan isn't the same kind of sensible person to everyone. Shen Yun would occasionally see him acting like a real child in front of the old sect leader, but as soon as he was in front of him...
He unconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is there anything else?"
Ji Mofan lowered his eyes, rummaged in his Qiankun bag, and pulled out a small thing woven from vines.
"Master, this is a spirit dew vine that I found when I was exploring the secret realm last time." He held the item in both hands and handed it to Shen Yun.
“I asked my senior brother from Yifeng to help me raise it. After it grew up, I made this. I read in ancient books that products made with this weaving technique can help the owner sleep peacefully when placed by the bedside.”
Looking at the simple-looking but clearly thoughtful little trinket that Ji Mofan was holding, a hint of guilt flashed in Shen Yun's eyes.
What was he thinking just now? Ji Mofan never wastes his time without a purpose, so how could he be so impatient?
Furthermore, every item obtained by each disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect during their trials in the secret realm must be submitted to the central administration department. Only after the contribution level is calculated can resources be exchanged based on this value.
It is true that some people secretly keep what they find on their person as their private property, but Ji Mofan is definitely not that kind of person. Every single item he took from the sect's supplies had actually consumed his own contribution points.
But instead of spending the money on himself, he gave it to his master.
There was no intention to curry favor; he just thought the item was nice, so I found a way to get it for him.
The items weren't particularly valuable, but they were definitely useful to Shen Yun.
Ji Mofan would never use things that are a waste of time to make but have no other use than taking up space to show how much he values the relationship.
"You're so thoughtful." Shen Yun reached out and took it, then immediately went to his bedside and put it away.
Ji Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
However, there was little relief or joy in his expression; instead, there was a deep and unreadable emotion about him.
Did he show that he didn't value the gift enough?
But what kind of reaction do we expect him to make?
He wasn't a person who showed his emotions very outwardly, and after so many years of getting along, Ji Mo Fan should be very clear about this.
Why would he be unhappy about something he's already taken for granted?
Shen Yun had long forgotten that a few years ago, on a similar winter day, he had pulled Ji Mo Fan out of a dirty corner while she was eating a steamed bun.
He hadn't forgotten the matter; he simply couldn't remember the date. After all, he often lost track of day and night while meditating, and when he went out and saw no one around, he would have to ask around to find out that it was a day of rest for his disciples.
However, it's also true that he didn't take it seriously, because even though Shen Yun realized that Ji Mo Fan's emotions were off, he didn't intend to investigate further.
Why didn't he say it himself?
He doesn't have the time to guess what a child is thinking.
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