The ritual was complete, and Qin Liuxi officially gained two little disciples, her responsibilities growing larger—though in the eyes of everyone else; she herself did not feel so.
Teng Tianhan, watching his son formally embracing monastic life, resigned himself to fate but couldn't bear to look at the Daoist School where Teng Zhao would cultivate—it was much too small for his son, who loved order and cleanliness.
Teng Tianhan gave the small seal of the Da Feng Bank to Teng Zhao, telling him to take silver with the seal from the bank whenever he needed it. Never would he have expected that this honest child would turn around and hand it to Qin Liuxi.
"What's mine is the master's—Master just needs to manage it."
Had Teng Zhao not been wary and jumped away after handing over the seal, Qin Liuxi almost wished to embrace him and plant several kisses—it was true affection for a disciple.
