Ye Fan encountered an awkward situation. It was not because he had shouted for Wanrong's mother to escape in a hurry, but because he remembered that he had not eaten after returning to his room.
Although he had eaten two bowls of noodles in the morning, it was not of much use. Now that he had just sat down to calm down, his stomach began to rumble again.
However, if you asked Ye Fan to run back to eat now, Ye Fan really couldn't bring himself to do so.
"Sigh, who can you blame for being thin-skinned? Endure it!"
Ye Fan muttered to himself and sat on the bed, preparing to meditate and cultivate.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Qian Xue's voice came from outside.
"Ye Fan, can I come in?"
Ye Fan immediately got up and walked over to open the door. When he saw Qian Xue holding a tray, Ye Fan smiled and said,
Sister, why are you here?"
Snow waved the tray in her hand and said,"
Mother knows you're shy, so she asked me to bring you some food."
Ye Fan smiled embarrassedly, then let Qian Xue in and wolfed down the food in front of her.
Qian Xue held her chin and looked at Ye Fan eating without any scruples. She smiled and said,
"Why do you have to be so stubborn? He had already shouted it out, so what was the need to hide?”
Ye Fan said as he ate,
I've already used up all my courage to call her mom. Besides, I don't know how to get along with her, so I can only hide for now."
Qian Xue smiled and said,
What's there to not know? It's still the same as before."
Ye Fan said,
I was a little flustered at the time, so I didn't think too much about it."
Qian Xue looked at Ye Fan and was silent for a while before saying,
Ye Fan, thank you."
Ye Fan's movements paused for a moment, but then he started eating in big mouthfuls again. When he was almost done eating, he said,
" There's nothing worth thanking. Whether it's you or mother, you've suffered so much for father, for this sect, for me, and suffered so much. I should have called you mother a long time ago."
Qian Xue said,
" Let's not talk about this anymore. We're a family from now on. Hurry up and eat. After you're done eating, we're going to hold the sect leader handover ceremony."
Ye Fan nodded. When he finished eating, he looked at Qian Xue who was cleaning up the dishes and pretended not to care.
" Sister, I can't give you the position of sect leader. This is a title and also a responsibility. You've already sacrificed too much for this family all these years. Leave everything to me from now on."
Qian Xue, who had just walked to the door with a tray, suddenly stopped. She turned to look at Ye Fan, who was already meditating, and said with a smile,
"I'm your sister. If I don't live for you and this family, what else can I live for?
Don't worry, I'll definitely work hard to cultivate and protect you."
After saying that, Qian Xue left. After Qian Xue closed the door, Ye Fan opened his eyes. He waved his hand and pulled out the sword. Looking at the sharp edge on it, Ye Fan smiled and said,
Mother, sister, I can protect you."
After noon, Ye Fan arrived at the main hall of the Gentle Breeze Sect. The name was very tacky,"Upright Morality Hall". However, this was also the only place where the Gentle Breeze Sect could hold up its face.
The disciples of the Gentle Breeze Sect were all here. Wan Rong and Qian Xue were also there. Ye Fan was still a little nervous when he saw Wan Rong, but Wan Rong smiled at him as usual.
There was no excessive intimacy, nor was there any estrangement. This smile made Ye Fan feel at ease. Then, he smiled gently at Wanrong and walked to the main seat to sit down.
After Ye Fan sat down, he realized that the disciples of the Gentle Breeze Sect had all changed into new clothes and held new swords. They looked quite imposing.
However, Little Junior Sister had put on too much blush. It was as if there were two red flowers on her face.
Wanrong stood up and said to everyone,
"Our Gentle Breeze Sect is a small sect. Now, only our family is left, so there are no more rules.
The Sect Leader was unfortunately killed. Today, I will make the decision to let Fan 'er take over the position of the Sect Leader. Does anyone have any objections?”
"No. Greetings, Sect Master!"
The seven disciples and Qian Xue bowed to Ye Fan. Ye Fan said,
"Sister, senior brothers and sisters, please rise. The Gentle Breeze Sect is a sect, but it's actually our home. His father was unfortunately killed, and the family lacked a person in charge.
As my father's son, I will naturally take over this responsibility. However, it would still be the same in the future. If there was anything, everyone would discuss it.”
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
Then, Wanrong gave Ye Fan a long sword and a token. There should have been a secret manual of the Thirteen Breeze Styles, but it had been snatched away by someone.
The longsword was a green steel sword like Ye Fan's. It could not even compare to Ye Fan's because the blade was a little curled. The token was a plate made of refined iron by the blacksmith in the city.
After receiving these two things, Ye Fan could be considered to have officially become the sect master of the Gentle Breeze Sect.
Just as Ye Fan took the token, a rough laughter came from outside:
"Hahahaha, the sect leader handover ceremony of the Gentle Breeze Sect is too shabby. How could this elder sister forget about me, Old Bull? Inform me earlier so that I can bring more disciples to boost the momentum of the Gentle Breeze Sect!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already barged in.
He was a burly man with a full beard. He was carrying a large machete. Behind him were more than ten people who were also wearing coarse clothes and holding machetes.
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