“Fellow Immortal Lonemoon…” Bao Feiping asked in a worried tone, “Is Fellow Immortal Yi Qing… really all right?”

　　Lonemoon’s mouth twitched a little as he answered, “Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing… at least he should know.”

　　What the hell does “he should know” mean?

　　And why did he dash straight into the kitchen the moment he got out from the Nine Firmanents Distortion Mirror?

　　Immortals don’t need to eat, so although they had a kitchen, it was only used sparingly by some immortals who loved their food; the utensils were usually not complete.

　　But… even overlooking the fact that Yi Qing had oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on his person, why was he also equipped with pots, pans and food ingredients? He even had bowls, chopsticks and tea. These were hardly things one would take on a journey; it was more like he was moving house?

　　Huh, even if he were to pull out a set of tables and chairs, I’ll not be surprised.

　　Then…

　　Yi Qing really pulled out a table and four chairs.

　　“…”

　　( ̄△̄;)

　　Wait a moment — even Immortal Lonemoon sat down as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

　　“Chef, I want to eat seafood!”

　　“Yes Master, no problem Master!”

　　“…”

　　So for the entire afternoon, Bao Feiping looked with mouth agape as Yi Qing came out from the kitchen bearing dish after dish, which were devoured with gusto by the other two. While wolfing down their food, they even invited him politely to partake of the repast.

　　“Do join in, City Lord Bao,” invited a smiling Lonemoon. Then turning his head, he expression changed abruptly as he chided, “Holy shit! Shen Ying, leave me a piece will you. You’ve finished almost everything!”

　　Out of politeness, Bao Feiping helped himself to a morsel. It was unexpectedly… delicious!

　　Just as he was thinking of helping himself to another piece, he found that the bowl was already empty.

　　“…” He did not know what to make of this lot.

　　With mixed feelings, Bao Feiping sat at the table for two hours before the two finally put down their chopsticks.

　　“I think your son should be better by now? I suggest we take a look just in case.” Wiping his mouth, Lonemoon was once again the perfect gentleman; the flustered expression of the man who had just been bickering over food was completely gone.

　　For a moment Bao Feiping was silent as a thought suddenly struck him.

　　Could it be that they were worried that some other incident might crop up after Father had finished with treating Little An’s injuries; that was why they had lingered here for so long?

　　So that was it…

　　With that thought in mind, Bao Feiping’s heart warmed towards them. With a look of gratitude, he stood up and said, “Thank you Fellow Immortals.” Then he hurriedly turned and led the group to the front hall.

　　Bao Yi, who had just finished treating the little boy’s injuries, saw the group coming and strode up to meet them.

　　“Father!” greeted the little boy as he dived headlong into Bao Feiping arms. Then he raised his little head from his father’s shoulders, peeking curiously at the three people behind.

　　“Little An.” A relieved Bao Feiping lifted his son up, feeling mixed emotions after having gone through the day’s harrowing events.

　　“Little An.” Bao Feiping looked toward Yi Qing and said, “This is Sword Immortal Yi Qing, he was the one who saved your life. Come and thank your benefactor.”

　　At first, the little boy seemed a little surprised, but being the sensible boy he was, he quickly released himself from his father’s embrace and walked towards Yi Qing. Cupping his fists, he bowed respectfully and said, “Little An expresses my deepest gratitude to Immortal Yi for saving my life.”

　　“It was a small matter,” answered a poker-faced Yi Qing impassively. “You don’t need to thank me. I also owe my life to you all.” He was just following Master’s orders. Hmmn… What tasty dish should he cook for Master tonight?

　　“But the fact is, Fellow Immortal got injured because of Little An,” said Bao Feiping, stepping forwards. He tried his best to ignore the shattered mirror.

　　Exchanging a glance with Bao Yi, he continued, “Providence seems to have brought you and Little An together. Not only do you two have the same body constitution, you also appeared when he was in danger.”

　　“That’s right!” concurred Bao Yi as he pushed his grandson forwards, “Theirs was indeed a providential meeting.”

　　Furrowing his brows, Yi Qing swept a look at the two men. “Please tell me frankly what you have in mind.”

　　Both men fell silent, an awkward expression flitting across their faces. After a while, Bai Yi sighed and said, “To tell the truth, we do have a favour to ask of you.” Lowering his head, he held the hand of the little boy. “Although there are numerous immortals in the various countries of the Immortal Realm, sword cultivators are hard to come by. The number of sword cultivators within my Qu Shuang City, including the two of you, are no more than a handful. Little An is still young, he is at the age where he needs someone to guide him. But his constitution is such that he can only train in sword techniques, yet there is no one in our residence who can help him.”

　　“Fellow Immortal Yi Qing!” Bao Feiping added anxiously, “Given Little An’s constitution, his situation… you might have experienced a similar situation in the Lower Realm, maybe even worse. My father and I can protect him for a time, but we cannot protect him forever. He needs to learn a skill urgently. So…”

　　Pausing, he looked at Bao Yi, who was beside him, then cupping his fists solemnly, he said, “Fellow Immortal, please accept my son as your disciple and guide him on the orthodox path to becoming a sword immortal!”

　　His words surprised not only Yi Qing but also Lonemoon, who was standing beside him.

　　“Accept him as disciple!” Lonemoon stood up immediately, glancing at the little boy, before turning to look at Yi Qing. Suddenly, he felt a little like laughing. “City Lord Bao must be joking. Your son is only eight years old but was born an immortal. Now he is already an Earth Immortal. Whereas Yi Qing, who has just ascended, is only an Earth Immortal. Both are about the same level, how can one teach the other?”

　　If they had not looked so serious, he would have thought they were trying to insult Yi Qing.

　　“My two Fellow Immortals, don’t misunderstand me!” Bao Feiping explained hurriedly, “I’m really sincere about wanting my son to be a disciple in your sect. Although my son was born an immortal, he currently knows only some basic sorcery; he knows nothing about immortal sword techniques, to say nothing of understanding sword intent. As both of you know, immortal sword cultivation requires an understanding of sword techniques. So in this aspect, he is still a novice and should address Fellow Immortal Yi Qing as Master.”

　　His reasoning did made sense. After pondering for a while, Lonemoon asked, “Although Sword Immortals are hard to find, but with Qu Shuang City’s influence and power, surely it’s not difficult to find someone willing to teach your son? Why do you need… Yi Qing? Isn’t it better to look for a sword immortal with a higher level of cultivation?”

　　“Because, Fellow Immortal Yi Qing is the most suitable!” Bao Yi answered abruptly.

　　Lonemoon paused in thought; then he suddenly understood what Bao Yi meant. They might be able to find other sword immortals, but there was only one with an Innate Sword Embodiment. When even the fiendish clans covet such a body, who could be sure that a sword cultivator wouldn’t? Being a sect disciple under Yi Qing, who had the same Innate Sword Embodiment was the best and safest option.

　　“I’m really touched by City Lord Bao’s fatherly love!” exclaimed Lonemoon, his eyes brightening. He suddenly sensed further possibilities in the deal that they had just concluded. “Since you put it like this, we have no reason to reject your request. Right, Chef?” He nudged Yi Qing, giving him a meaningful look that conveyed the message: food expenses, food expenses, food expenses…

　　Yi Qing frowned and looked down at the little boy. Turning to Shen Ying, he was about to speak when he was cut off by Lonemoon.

　　“Don’t worry City Lord, I have made my decision. It’s settled!”

　　“Thank you Fellow Immortal!” Delighted, the two men nudged the little boy, urging, “Little An, greet your master quickly.”

　　The little boy knelt down. Looking a little bewildered, he greeted Yi Qing, “Disciple Little An pays my respects to Master.”

　　Yi Qing’s brows furrowed even deeper at this. Stepping to the side, he said, “City Lord Bao, about this matter…”

　　“If there is no objection, this matter is settled,” Lonemoon interrupted once again, “By the way, what is your son’s name?”

　　“Oh, he follows his mother’s surname, Ning. His first name is Zi’an.”

　　“Ning Zi… What!” Lonemoon’s eyes widened in surprise, his expression darkening.

　　Holy Shit! Ning Zi’an!

　　(゚Д゚≡゚Д゚)

　　“I object!”

　　Yi Qing: “…”

　　Shen Ying: “…”

　　The three Baos: “…”