My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

Life on Shuanghua Peak became much more lively after Yunyou was taken in.

Whether it was due to innate talent or the benefits of reincarnation, this child's cultivation speed was astonishing. In just a few months, he had already reached the threshold of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

That day, after finishing a bunch of chores, Hua Yue was leaning against a thousand-year-old tree on the back mountain, contentedly munching on a spiritual fruit, watching Yun You practicing swordsmanship not far away.

The small figure moved with remarkable skill, and although the sword wind was weak, it carried a sharpness that did not belong to a child.

"Tsk tsk tsk, with this kind of posture, you'd think he was the reincarnation of some great swordsman."

A glib voice came from down the mountain. Without turning around, Hua Yue knew who it was.

Du Shifang, with a beaming smile and holding a thick book he'd somehow acquired, "A Pictorial Guide to Young Talents of the Dragon Clan," came running up to him.

He instinctively moved closer to Hua Yue, but Yun You's wary look made him take a half-step back.

Du Shifang wasn't annoyed. Instead, he turned his attention to Yun You, stroking his chin and looking her up and down.

"Oh my, little guy, you look a lot like someone." Du Shifang squinted, looking like he knew everything.

Yun You sheathed her sword, her little face tense, and asked curiously, "Who does she look like?"

"Like a..." Du Shifang drawled, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, "...a guy who breaks his word, and even coerces and entices others to become their Daoist partner."

Yunyou's eyebrows instantly furrowed into a knot.

"Wow, that's really bad!" he asked seriously. "Who is that 'other person'? Did she agree?"

Du Shifang chuckled and gestured with his chin toward Hua Yue under the tree: "Who else could it be but your master?"

"What?!" Yun You was shocked, as if she had heard something outrageous.

He ran up to Hua Yue, his small body blocking her way, arms outstretched, like a little animal guarding its food.

"Master! You can't become a Daoist partner with that kind of scoundrel!"

"..." Hua Yue choked on the fruit in her mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She raised her hand and casually patted Yunyou's head: "Don't listen to that old dragon's nonsense, you're just a kid."

But Yunyou clearly didn't think so. He felt that his master was simple and kind, and easily deceived by bad people outside. He looked at Huayue with a firm look that said, "Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Just then, Hua Yue finished eating a fruit and was about to throw away the pit when a hand with distinct knuckles and fair skin reached out from behind the tree and naturally took the pit.

Immediately afterwards, Xi Ming emerged from behind the tree and handed Hua Yue a freshly washed, crystal-clear fruit.

The entire movement was fluid and natural, as if it had been done a thousand times.

Yun You glanced at Hua Yue, then at the suddenly appearing Xi Ming. Her little mind raced for a moment, then she pointed at Xi Ming and declared decisively:

"He can't do it either!"

Hua Yue almost choked again. She felt that the biggest test of taking on this disciple might not be teaching him cultivation, but rather her own lung capacity.

"Why?" she asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Because he's very old!" Yunyou said confidently, hands on her hips. "My mother said that white hair means someone is very old, like an old man!"

"Hahahaha..." Hua Yue finally couldn't hold back and laughed so hard she was doubled over.

A crack appeared in Xi Ming's eternally aloof expression.

He looked at his long, snow-white hair, then at Hua Yue, seemingly confused and hurt.

"Be careful not to choke." He gently reminded Hua Yue first, then turned to Yun You and tried to explain, "I'm not old. Our clan is born with this hair color."

"How old are you?" Yun You asked, posing a probing question.

"I..." Xi Ming thought seriously for a moment. His concept of time had always been vague. "About... five hundred... or maybe six hundred years."

"Look!" Yun You immediately puffed out her chest proudly as if she had caught irrefutable evidence, giving Hua Yue a look that said, "See, I told you so."

"Am I old?" Xi Ming stopped asking Yun You. He turned his head, his golden eyes filled with a hint of melancholy, and looked at Hua Yue.

"Not old at all! Not old at all!" Hua Yue quickly waved her hand to comfort him, afraid that Xi Ming would be saddened by this.

She quickly covered Yun You's incessantly chattering mouth, signaling him to shut up and stop provoking this "young" god.

"Stop talking about this, stop talking about this." Du Shifang seized the opportunity and unfolded his precious sketchbook in front of Hua Yue again. "Look, look at this time! The new generation of outstanding talents from the East Sea Dragon Palace, each one is beautiful and well-proportioned, I guarantee there's a type you'll like!"

Hua Yue sighed and rubbed her forehead, "You're still not giving up."

"Of course!" Du Shifang patted his chest, his face full of righteousness. "I, Du Shifang, am the most trustworthy dragon!"

Hua Yue found it truly novel; it was the first time in her life she had heard the words "keeping one's word" from a deadbeat who owed a mountain of gambling debts.

"I don't like anyone, really, you should give up." Hua Yue waved her hand weakly.

"You wouldn't still be interested in that immortal..." Du Shifang, who always brings up the most awkward things, had his mouth covered by a hand before he could finish speaking.

Hua Yue leaned close to his ear, lowered her voice, and almost gritted her teeth: "That's a story from eight hundred years ago! Can you please stop mentioning it!"

Her biggest regret now is that when she left Qinglin Peak, she didn't run away as fast as she could, and that Bagua Dragon saw her!

"Who?"

A cool, clear voice rang in my ears.

Hua Yue felt a sudden tightening on her wrist, and was pulled forward, crashing directly into a cool yet familiar embrace.

Xi Ming put one arm around her waist and lifted her chin with the other, forcing her to look him in the eye.

His eyes, as bright as molten gold, were fixed on her, unblinking, with what seemed like a galaxy churning deep within them.

Who do you like?

His voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against the heart.

Hua Yue's heart pounded in her ears, and her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably. She instinctively wanted to turn her face away.

"He...he's talking nonsense!"

"Hmph."

Du Shifang, standing to the side, held his sketchbook, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Hua Yue and Xi Ming, and uttered a meaningful sound.

Yun You tugged at Du Shifang's sleeve and whispered, "Who does Master actually like?"

Du Shifang put away the sketchbook, shrugged, and said calmly, "Can't you tell who I like? Then stop being so curious."

He sighed deeply. It seemed that his grand dream of playing matchmaker for the dragons and earning a hefty reward had been completely shattered today.