Liu Qingfeng was dragged to Taikong Mountain by a drunken old Daoist.
His master forgot to even ask his name, but his senior sister was certainly welcoming, just a little too welcoming.
"Junior Brother, how vast is your qi sea?"
"...Ten thousand zhang."
The osmanthus cake in his senior sister's hand fell to the ground.
"Junior Brother, what grade is your spiritual root?"
"Half-step immortal-grade."
His senior sister grabbed his hand, blushing.
From then on, Liu Qingfeng noticed that his senior sister's gaze grew more and more strange. She kept up the airs of a senior sister, but the tips of her ears were always turning red. She taught him to cultivate with a perfectly serious expression, yet somehow drool kept dripping onto the meditation cushion.
Stranger still, it seemed his master and eldest senior brother were hiding something from them...
[Lighthearted Cultivation Life] [Super Cute Senior Sister] [Hopelessly Unreliable Master] [Eldest Senior Brother Still Hasn't Returned]
