A Sect Leader's Daily Life - Chapter 6

In the end, Chao Xuan bowed to Shaoyin as his new master, his alluring eyes curved in a faintly roguish smile. “Master,” he called, sounding rather playful.

A menace.

Unfortunately, the icy beauty Shaoyin was unmoved by a pretty face. She merely nodded coldly.

With my elbow on the armrest and my chin in one hand, I watched the newly formed master-disciple pair walk away.

Another granddisciple.

Ah. I felt a little older again.

I couldn’t help sighing.

Fabric embroidered with golden lotus flowers suddenly entered my field of vision. Meng Xun hadn’t left. He was blocking my view.

Puzzled, I looked up at him.

He stood against the light, his body edged with a soft golden glow. Yet his handsome face looked rather dark. Probably because it was in shadow.

“Regretting that you didn’t get a good disciple?” he asked.

“Huh? I wasn’t planning to take one myself. What a nuisance that would be. You two have finally grown up. I ought to enjoy my twilight years. Why would I look for more trouble?”

Meng Xun, who had finally grown up to the ripe old age of a hundred and more, raised his brows, plainly unconvinced. “Weren’t you just looking for trouble?”

Why did I feel guilty under that cool gaze? Ah, it must be his presence.

They all had the aura of a ruler. How was it that I, the mighty sect leader with terrifying strength, only had the aura of a turtle?

A turtle always came off worse against a ruler. Perhaps everything had its natural counter. Meng Xun was mine. I was older and his master, yet in front of him I clearly had no masterly authority at all.

So I could only tell him honestly, “I meant to find a disciple for Wen Xin. That unfortunate boy is busy all day long. At his age, he still hasn’t got a dear little disciple of his own. What will he do when he’s old? When I was his age, my disciple could already stand on his own. Oh—that was you.”

I rambled on for ages, and Meng Xun still didn’t leave. Was this thoughtless child worried that a new disciple would take away some of the affection I’d always given him? Most children didn’t want their parents having a second or third baby. Same principle!

Once my thinking cleared, I hurried to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, Xun. I’ve spent these years secluded in cultivation, with no chance to go around collecting treasures like your second martial uncle. I haven’t built up much private wealth. There isn’t enough for a third person to take a share away from you and Shaoyin. You’re both my precious darlings. When I die, everything I own will go to the two of you.”

The more I said, the darker Meng Xun’s face became. I stopped in time and swallowed the remaining words: So rest easy.

Only after I shut my mouth did dark-faced Meng Xun speak. “I’d like to ask you a question, Master.”

I had a feeling this question was the whole reason he’d stood here listening to me talk nonsense for so long.

Really. If he had a question, why hadn’t he asked sooner? He’d made my imagination run wild.

It was probably quite important. I hurriedly gave him my full attention, uncrossed my legs, sat upright, and said gravely, “Go ahead.”

I waited a good while. Meng Xun didn’t say a word.

What? Did I have to guess what he wanted to ask too?

Just as I was about to hurry him along, he finally spoke, a little hesitantly and more softly than usual.

“May I ask, Master… what is a wickedly charming CEO?”

“…”

I was baffled. That was it?

Apparently, he’d overheard my conversation with Shaoyin. But his thirst for knowledge was a little excessive, wasn’t it?

Fine. I was his teacher, after all.

A teacher passed on knowledge, taught their students, and cleared up confusion. This counted as clearing up confusion.

So I answered with a perfectly straight face, “A wickedly charming CEO is a talented person with great potential.”

Meng Xun understood at once.