"Senior Brother, hurry up and get up! Master is taking us to have Western afternoon tea!"
Early in the morning, an excited voice came from outside the door.
Ling Xiao yawned when he heard it and reluctantly climbed out of bed.
"Got it, what's with all the yelling!?"
Ling Xiao opened the door speechlessly and stepped outside.
He saw Uncle Nine already waiting at the door with a visibly thrilled Wen Cai.
"Let's go. Today, I'll take you two to broaden your horizons!"
Uncle Nine clasped his hands behind his back and spoke with an air of mystery.
"Hehe, Senior Brother, have you ever had afternoon tea? I wonder if it's any good!"
Wen Cai whispered excitedly to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao could only feel speechless. Broaden their horizons? Uncle Nine hadn't even had afternoon tea himself—he was clearly bringing them along just to let Wen Cai test the waters. That way, if anyone embarrassed themselves, it'd be Wen Cai.
Ling Xiao knew full well just how sly Uncle Nine could be!
As for himself, he'd never be the one to lose face.
Soon, the three of them headed into town.
Qiu Sheng, meanwhile, had stayed behind to watch his aunt's house.
Qiu Sheng's family was considered wealthy in Renjia Town. Seven years ago, when Ling Xiao had just turned eight and begun his training, Qiu Sheng's aunt brought the frail and sickly Qiu Sheng to apprentice under Uncle Nine. Seeing his potential, Uncle Nine accepted him.
Later, Uncle Nine also took in the orphaned Wen Cai.
Over the years, Ling Xiao's status as the senior disciple became increasingly solid. Especially within the last year—after he obtained his first White Zombie—Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng feared him even more than they feared Uncle Nine.
That was because once, while chopping firewood in the mountains, they witnessed Ling Xiao command Black One to punch a tiger to death.
From that moment, their respect for him only deepened.
After all, most of the Daoist techniques they learned were taught by Ling Xiao himself—and Ling Xiao was far less lenient than Uncle Nine when it came to discipline.
Although Uncle Nine held considerable status in Renjia Town, he often dealt with the dead, so Potter's Field was located two or three kilometers outside the town.
Before long, the trio arrived at the bustling town streets.
"Master, Senior Brother, do you know what afternoon tea is? I've never had it before. I hope I don't embarrass you two..."
Wen Cai said nervously as they walked.
Uncle Nine stiffened slightly at his words.
Afternoon tea? That had only become popular in recent years. He hadn't had it himself.
But in front of his disciples, he couldn't possibly lose face.
"It's rare for you to care about your master's reputation. Don't worry, just follow my lead later!"
Uncle Nine put on the demeanor of someone worldly and experienced.
Then, with hands behind his back, he confidently walked toward the café.
"Wow, Senior Brother, Master really is so knowledgeable—he even understands foreign customs!"
Wen Cai exclaimed with innocent admiration.
"Let's go..."
Ling Xiao sighed and followed along behind Uncle Nine.
………………
Soon, the trio arrived at the café.
"Excuse me, do you have a reservation?"
As soon as they stepped in, a neatly dressed waiter came up to greet them politely.
Uncle Nine froze. A reservation?
"Master Ren invited us. I believe he made a reservation."
Fortunately, Ling Xiao stepped in and explained calmly.
"That's right. What, Ren Fa didn't reserve a table for us!?"
Wen Cai chimed in proudly, pretending to be a regular.
"Oh, you're guests of Master Ren! He's already waiting for you on the second floor. Please follow me."
Upon hearing they were Master Ren's guests, the waiter quickly and respectfully led them upstairs.
"Uncle Nine!? Hahaha! Uncle Nine, you've finally come! Are these your fine disciples? They look quite impressive!"
The moment they reached the second floor, Master Ren stood up and greeted them with a hearty laugh.
Of course, when he said "fine disciples," he was referring to Ling Xiao—not Wen Cai.
"Master Ren, long time no see!"
Uncle Nine smiled and led his two disciples to sit down.
"Right, wasn't your daughter just back from the Provincial Capital? Why didn't you bring her along?"
Uncle Nine looked around curiously.
"Ah, don't mention it. That girl's been learning makeup from the Westerners, and now she spends every day teaching others."
Ren Fa replied with a doting smile.
"Senior Brother, look at how ugly he is—his daughter can't be that pretty."
Wen Cai whispered with disdain to Ling Xiao.
"Just don't start drooling, that's all I ask."
Ling Xiao rolled his eyes.
"Father!!!"
Suddenly, a voice as sweet as a songbird rang out from behind them.
"Uncle Nine, look—my daughter Tingting is here!"
Ren Fa smiled broadly when he saw his daughter enter.
The three immediately turned to look.
A young girl in a Western-style dress, wearing light makeup, walked toward them with a smile.
"So this is Ren Tingting… no wonder she's the female lead. She really is beautiful."
Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he looked at her.
In all of Renjia Town, there were few who could match Ren Tingting's looks.
As for Wen Cai, he was already completely dumbfounded.
Just as Ling Xiao had said, he was actually drooling, like someone who'd never seen a woman before.
"So this is Miss Tingting!? She's grown so much in just a few years!"
Uncle Nine said with emotion.
"Senior Brother, look—she's so pretty."
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