Chen Ye decided to make his two disciples understand.
A master is not the private possession of a disciple!
However,
Chen Ye knew it was quite normal for the two disciples to get jealous.
Even among friends, people can get jealous when their friend makes new friends.
Not to mention their master-disciple relationship?
But from Chen Ye’s experience, the disciples had been jealous of Mao Qingzhu before, yet once they became familiar, didn’t their relationship become very good?
He planned to let the disciples get familiar with Lin Jin for a while, then reveal his intention to accept Lin Jin as a disciple.
If he said it outright, wouldn’t the two disciples explode on the spot!
It’s just...
Mao Qingzhu and Lin Jin are ultimately different.
The two disciples seem genuinely unhappy this time, and haven’t come to see him yet...
Chen Ye was secretly anxious, as he hadn’t cuddled with his disciples for half a day!
He glanced at the Golden Furred Ball watching the fun, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, and deliberately said lightly:
"Well, without them causing a fuss, it’s quite relaxing, one might call it a stolen half-day of leisure."
"Oh? Really?"
Bai Susu wouldn’t believe his nonsense.
She crossed her arms, circled around Chen Ye, with a mischievous smile in her eyes.
"How come I see someone looking a bit... lost? Usually surrounded by two little pampered disciples, feeling cold and lonely today, aren’t you?"
"Nonsense!" Chen Ye’s face stiffened, stubbornly retorting, "I’m... I’m just contemplating sect matters! My heart is with the sect, where do you get ’lost’ from?"
Truthfully... it’s a bit unfamiliar.
The two disciples are fragrant, soft, and pleasing to the eye. With them around, Chen Ye feels not bothered, but rather quite at ease.
Bai Susu clicked her tongue, her smile growing wider.
"Oh? Contemplating sect matters. I think you’re contemplating how to coax back your two sulking little darlings, aren’t you?"
She leisurely leaned against the railing, continuing, "Tsk tsk, being a master at your level, can’t even manage your disciples, yet you still insist on preserving face here, how pathetic."
"You..."
Chen Ye’s secret was hit right on the mark, his old face reddened, he stiffened his neck and retorted,
"They... they’re diligently cultivating! Yes, cultivating! Kids can’t always stick to the master, they need their own space!"
"Is that so?"
Today Bai Susu was in an exceptionally good mood, looking at him with eyes smiling, a hint of wistfulness in her gaze.
Back then, her father was like this too...
She raised an eyebrow, slowly and orderly said, "Want me to help you coax them?"
Coaxing kids?
These three words coming from her, this little unruly demoness, were even more ridiculous than the sun rising from the west.
Chen Ye suspected Bai Susu wanted to add fuel to the fire!
He snorted coldly, "True Inheritor Bai, Chen won’t fall for your tricks!"
Bai Susu was momentarily stunned, her expression slightly flustered.
The girl turned her face away, gazed outside the boat with a light laugh, "You saw through me, huh, who am I, Bai Susu? How could I coax kids!"
Chen Ye was so angry his teeth itched, he knew this ball wasn’t up to any good!
Just as he was about to continue bickering with Bai Susu, the voice at the cabin door interrupted him with a crying tone.
"Waa! Master!"
A little girl suddenly rushed out, her eyes red, her small face still hung with tears, like a young beast deprived of its favorite toy, she bumped into Chen Ye’s leg, hugging it tightly.
Bai Susu chuckled maliciously, "Hmph, your disciple isn’t as good at enduring as you are..."
Look at that, is that even human language!
It’s as if the master and disciples are in a mutual standoff, just seeing who’s better at enduring.
He, the Cultivation Realm’s number one expert on little girls, easily manages disciples, how could there be a need for enduring?
Chen Ye glared at Bai Susu, gently stroking Qing Jun’s little head, softly said, "Qing Jun, what’s wrong?"
"Master! You’re lying again! Big liar! Old Taoist!"
Qing Jun buried her small face in Chen Ye’s Taoist Robe, voice muffled, full of accusation,
"That one in the wheelchair... who, who is she? Is she master’s..."
She seemed to find the word too hot to handle, unable to say it, just gripping master’s leg more tightly.
Chen Ye felt like his thigh was going to be crushed.
He coughed, "Qing Jun, she’s Lin Qiongyu’s sister, right? You know her, she’s so pitiful, always paralyzed in the wheelchair."
"That’s not right! The more Qing Jun thinks, the more it’s off! So what if she’s Sister Lin’s sister? Why is she coming with us to Luoli Courtyard?"
The little girl was smart, how could she be easily fooled by Chen Ye?
She... she intended to give master the cold shoulder, making him coax her obediently and then admit defeat.
But master, incredibly, ignored her!
Savvy Qing Jun instantly understood, master was using the cold shoulder strategy on them! If it continued, everything would be irreversible!
Soon after, the cabin door opened again.
Zhiwei’s face was taut, her obsidian-like eyes looked straight at Chen Ye.
She didn’t rush forward like Qing Jun, just stood quietly a few steps away, holding in her arms the small white fox that had just awakened, its eyes somewhat dazed.
The small white fox’s pupils flickered, focusing on Chen Ye.
Seeing his current predicament, it immediately gloated: "Chirp chirp! (Serves you right for bullying others!)"
And on the other side, Lin Qiongyu was nervously pushing Jin’er’s wheelchair, watching the scene unfold before her.
Besieged on all sides...
Chen Ye felt the current situation was far more terrifying than back at the Wei Family, his head felt like it was expanding.
He subconsciously glanced at Jin’er, worried she’d be affected by this.
Fortunately, she remained with that pale, hollow look, eyes slightly downcast as if the storm on the deck that originated because of her had nothing to do with her.
"Ahem..."