After seeing off his last disciple and gazing at the empty mountaintop, Mo Lan was just about to resign himself to a quiet retirement when his former traitorous disciple, who had once defied her master, came knocking with wicked intentions.
To avoid being forced on by this disobedient disciple, Mo Lan had no choice but to accept a wager: he had to take on a disciple within seven days.
Fortunately, that disobedient disciple kept her word. When he really did take in two adorable little girls, she stopped pestering him.
It should have been a good thing, but Mo Lan couldn't quite bring himself to be happy.
For some reason, he felt that there was something off about the two little disciples he'd just taken in.
The mischievous one who liked wearing red dresses looked more and more like his disobedient disciple, Huang Yanxi. Especially the way she moved when trying to sneak into his room in the middle of the night: it was exactly the same.
The other little disciple, who liked wearing blue robes, reminded him of his icy-cold Senior Sister, the Sect Master...
In the middle of the night, Mo Lan awoke from a nightmare with a start. Seeing his familiar room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look on either side of himself. Two adorable little figures were clutching his clothes tightly, eyes closed as they slept.
Relieved, Mo Lan closed his eyes again. He was just about to drift off when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
His room had a ward on the door. How had those two gotten in...?
