Chapter 115: I’m Sorry, I Was Jealous

The effeminate senior brother spoke in a sing-song voice, "The reason I acted this way was merely under the orders of our Uncle Master, the Sect Leader. Junior Sister Duo'er, please do not be angry. Uncle Master is currently waiting for Junior Brother Xiaoyu at Moon-Gazing Terrace. If you have nothing else to attend to, Junior Sister, I shall take him there now."

Without waiting for a reply, he wrapped one arm around my waist and held the chubby little one tightly with the other, leaping into the air to land upon a long sword.

Sword-flight? I trembled as I stared at the blade beneath my feet, which was barely wider than a foot. I had no idea how well this effeminate fellow had mastered his immortal arts, but why on earth did he choose to show off with sword-flight? And if he had to use it, did he really have to pack three people onto a blade not even wide enough for one’s feet? This was, quite frankly, incredibly unsafe.

"What is it? Do you not trust your senior brother’s ability?"

The effeminate one noticed my unease and tilted his head, smiling as he asked.

"Not at all, not at all."

Even if I had absolutely no faith in him, now was hardly the time to say so! I had finally escaped the clutches of Lan Duo'er and run over here to crowd onto this blade, embarking on this journey to find my master at the Moon-Gazing Terrace.

Therefore, at this moment, for every word he spoke and every action he took, I had no choice but to curry favor and agree. How could I dare voice even the slightest criticism? If any remark displeased him, there was no telling if he might dump me right here, leaving me to be dragged away by Lan Duo'er once again.

"Stand steady and hold onto my sleeve."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sword beneath our feet shot forward at lightning speed.

"Ah!"

Both I and little Chubby, caught off guard, screamed in unison.

"Ahhh!"

The scenery blurred rapidly before our eyes. The palaces we passed became nothing more than fleeting shadows, like streaks of light vanishing before I could even catch a glimpse of them.

A high platform appeared ahead—truly the Moon-Gazing Terrace. It was steep and towering, looking so precarious that it seemed as if anyone standing upon it might tumble off at any moment.

Dressed in moon-white robes, a slender figure stood with his back to us, neck tilted as he gazed toward the bamboo forest behind the terrace. That must be Zilian! My heart leapt with joy, and I wished this sword would fly even faster so that I could appear before him sooner.

"Third Master!"

Chubby shouted at the top of his lungs.

Third Master? My mind failed to register the name for a moment; I had genuinely thought the man in the moon-white robes atop the platform was the bearded elder.

Hearing Chubby’s voice, Zilian turned slowly and waved a hand at us.

As the sword accelerated further, it came to a halt on the terrace. Zilian’s lips parted slightly as he approached us. His gaze did not fall on me, but rather on Chubby, who was still clinging tightly to the effeminate senior brother. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. He reached out, pinched Chubby’s chin to tilt his face upward, and stared intently at the boy's chubby cheeks, as if observing something of great concern.

"Ahem..."

I don't know why, but watching this felt stinging and unpleasant. Standing to the side, I felt a deep sense of loss due to Zilian’s neglect, and a sudden surge of jealousy at the intimacy he showed toward Chubby.

The effeminate senior brother and Zilian both turned toward me, their expressions filled with confusion.

"Junior Brother Xiaoyu, is it because you have not fully recovered?"

Zilian said nothing, but the effeminate senior brother spoke up on his behalf.

"No, no. I have fully recovered."

I looked up, but Zilian was no longer looking at me. He continued to examine Chubby’s face with a frown, saying, "The blows were quite heavy this time. Sanshi, take your disciple to the Azure Phoenix Hall, retrieve a purple lotus, and boil it with three cups of cold dew from the back mountain. Feed it to him, and in a few days, his face will heal."

"Many thanks, Uncle Master."

The senior brother bowed, and with Chubby in his arms, he flew off once more. In that moment, only Zilian and I remained upon the Moon-Gazing Terrace.