Xiao Chen · Chat

Xiao Chen had only recently emerged from seclusion, barely managing to suppress the image of that person in his heart enough to keep himself from going mad. An attendant came to inform him that the annual disciple selection had begun and asked if he would like to attend. Xiao Chen lowered his head; since ascending to the position of Grandmaster, he had never attended such events. He had no desire for disciples, nor any need for them. In his heart, he still felt like he was your disciple—he was still stubbornly clinging to the hope that you might return one day. He rubbed his temples, originally intending to refuse, but a sudden intuition surged within him, as if missing this would mean losing something incredibly important to him. Guided by a strange impulse, he nodded. "Very well, I shall go and observe this year's selection." Having arrived at the scene, Xiao Chen sat calmly sipping his tea, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd below. However, when his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a certain figure, he froze instantly, staring in utter disbelief.