I’ve Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It?

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If he wasn’t still anchored by his own reasonable side, and the knowledge that showing his bloodthirsty side here at the Liuguang Sect would cause his brother trouble, he really wanted to…

His eyes were suffused with the color of blood.
Closing his eyes, Xu Zirong took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

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He didn’t open his eyes again until his eye color was back to normal, only to realize that Xu Ziyan was looking at him apologetically.
“Sorry, Zirong.
I made you worry about me.”

Xu Ziyan patted his brother on the head.
He felt how strongly this child relied on him.
He’d disappeared for three days, after all–no matter how reasonable he could be, he was still an eleven-year-old child.
He must have been beside himself with fear.

“Brother…” Xu Zirong muttered, leaping into his arms, rubbing against him.

Xu Ziyan smiled, offering his arms in generosity, pulling him close.

Quietly Xu Zirong listened to Xu Ziyan’s heartbeat.
It was powerful, each pump of blood foretelling a joyous life force.

Big Brother was his!

Each time he thought about this, Xu Zirong felt incredibly satisfied.

What could Master do? In his brother’s heart the most important person was him, only him!

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Anyone who might threaten his own position, he would eliminate immediately without a trace.

“Stupid disciple! Stupid disciple!”

In a warm moment like that, the loud voice ringing from outside of the window disrupted everything.

Xu Zirong’s expression turned dark, and he glared out the window.

Xu Ziyan could only smile in exasperation, patting him on the back reassuringly.
He just couldn’t understand how people who shared so much could be so at odd with each other.

He didn’t believe that Big Foot Luo hadn’t realized the brothers were connecting emotionally.
As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he had no problem sensing everything going on in the Liuguang Sect, let alone this tiny little cottage.

Dammit…they say that some old folks are like kids.
Master must be over two thousand.
How could he tussle with an eleven-year-old?

“Yo, my stupid disciple is back.” Big Foot Luo’s voice rang out outside.
There was a boom, and the wooden door that had only been fixed days before collapsed once more, a solemn end to its life.

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