"Ruanruan, let me ask you, what is the twenty-fourth rule of the Nanyang Sect?"
"Reporting to Master! It's... disciples are not allowed to kiss Master on the lips!"
"Then what are you doing right now?"
"I'm not kissing you! I'm... I'm checking to see if Master's front teeth have all grown in!"
Su Mengyi stomped her foot angrily beside them. "Master, don't believe her! This Mu Qianqian is clearly deceiving her master and destroying the sect! What an outrage!"
Ning Fan glanced down at her. "Then what are you doing lying across my rocking chair with both arms around my neck?"
"I'm... I'm checking the curvature of Master's cervical spine!"
After destroying the extraterritorial demons, Ning Fan, the Nanyang Sect's sole surviving Supreme Immortal, descended into the modern city.
But the little disciples he had lovingly raised on the mountain back then seemed to have gone completely off track in the modern world!
His adorable youngest disciple had become a cunning, calculating master of the art of tea, and had forged fake documents the moment they recognized each other at a crossroads.
His sensible second disciple kept insisting she would use her entire conglomerate to keep Master.
His composed eldest disciple was always throwing herself into Master's arms.
Ning Fan rubbed his temples as he watched his troublesome disciples bickering in the courtyard every day and sighed helplessly.
"I taught you the proper path to immortality back then... What on earth have you all been learning, you rebellious disciples?!"
