"Why is he called Little Black?"
She gently tugged at Chen Zhuochuan's sleeve and asked quietly.
Shen Zhuochuan glanced calmly at his nephew, who was protesting and wailing. "He's a black dragon."
Black Dragon, so isn't it reasonable to call him Little Black?
Song Tingwan laughed gleefully to the side, while Shen Zhuochuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment before lazily sweeping over his nephew.
"Did you hear what I just said clearly?"
Baili Xijiang looked embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Song Tingwan. He nodded with his head hanging down.
He shook his head again.
"Didn't you tell me before that I should learn from the teachers? Why did it turn into learning from Wan'er?"
A question was met with two sharp taps on the head from the fan.
The force was completely different from the force that had hit Song Tingwan earlier.
"Don't ask silly questions, kid. If I tell you to learn, then you learn."
After disciplining the troublesome child, Shen Zhuochuan turned around and met her clear and gentle almond-shaped eyes.
It also carried a hint of condemnation.
The man raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and then took out a shimmering box from his pocket.
"I found it by chance, and I think you'll definitely like it."
Song Tingwan met his gaze with a half-smile, but didn't take the obviously expensive box.
Should we use the same approach she used to prepare a gift for her sister to deal with her?
Chen Zhuochuan smiled wryly, admitting defeat.
"Alright, this is Xiao Hei's apprenticeship gift."
She chuckled and stopped arguing with him, instead looking at Baili Xijiang, who looked completely bewildered.
"You should know that I have never taken on any disciples or taught anyone. How dare you ask him to become my disciple based solely on that one meeting a few years ago?"
"Baili, what about you? Just a moment ago we were fellow disciples, friends who ate and laughed together every day. Now your uncle is asking you to become my disciple. What do you think?"
Song Tingwan spoke calmly, her smile fading completely.
His indifferent expression made one vaguely see Song Siyao.
"Huh? But Uncle must have his reasons for doing this. We're such good friends, so calling you Master doesn't seem so embarrassing."
The carefree little black dragon spoke in a daze, leaving Song Tingwan helpless. She looked up at its guardian.
Seeing her looking over, Shen Zhuochuan, who was smiling faintly at them, put away his nonchalant expression and became exceptionally serious this time.
"We haven't known each other for very long, but among all the friends I've made over the years while traveling in Chenzhuochuan, you are still very special."
"Today I said your sister looks a lot like you, and not just in appearance—"
"...Wait, stop! Get to the point."
Song Tingwan interrupted him speechlessly. Saying those things with that handsome face of his might sound like a confession.
Shen Zhuochuan smiled and opened the shimmering box. "You were able to refine a seventh-grade Returning Origin Pill a few years ago. Does the Sword Inquiry Sect have any alchemists who can compare to you?"
The moment the box was opened, a flash of light appeared before the three of them, and a dazzling stream of spiritual energy fell down, followed by the flight of an umbrella.
The umbrella is shaped like a blooming purple lotus, decorated with gilded glass and shimmering orchids. Gilded dots are placed among the lotus petals, and the tip of the umbrella at the center of the flower is like a staff. Beads flow down to each rib of the umbrella, and beads are connected along the edge of the umbrella surface. Every inch is adorned with dazzling snow diamonds.
This is undoubtedly an umbrella that would amaze anyone who sees it.
Luxurious and stunning.
Song Tingwan paused slightly in her breathing.
Very well, you've been taken advantage of.
I love it.
Seeing her gaze, Shen Zhuochuan smiled and continued, "Not only is it beautiful, but this magical artifact is also quite powerful."
"Grip the umbrella handle and control it with your heart; use lotus petals as sharp weapons to unleash a barrage of blossoms—the destructive power is immense, and—"
"Most importantly, the umbrella is engraved with a magic array drawn by Master Yunlin. People inside the umbrella walk on lotus flowers. If they encounter danger, they can be teleported tens of thousands of miles away by chanting a spell."
Song Tingwan's breathing suddenly stopped.
This is an essential item for those who want to repair crispy skin.
The woman's clasped fingers turned slightly white, and suddenly she revealed an extremely beautiful smile.
Looking towards Baili Xijiang.
"Good apprentice, follow your master and learn well from now on."
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