At the name "Yao-ge", Mo Xuanyu flushed a little more... or maybe that was from being invited to sit in such an intimately close space beside Jin Guangyao. He quickly shook his head.

"No, I--I couldn't. You're in a much higher position than me, and I'm not..."

Not allowed to acknowledge who my father is, he wanted to finish, but the words wouldn't quite come out. Already he felt like he must be imposing on Jin Guangyao with even this much.

He considered turning down the offered seat as well, but if he kept his distance, how was he going to help him with the ointment? It was only because of that that he dared sit himself down immediately beside Jin Guangyao.

He couldn't bring himself to look at him directly. Not when they were this close. Mo Xuanyu already felt like his heart might leap out of his chest at any moment.

"In class, we're going over history right now--we've just reached the Jin Sect's third generational leader. Um..." Mo Xuanyu had already forgotten his name already, so he quickly tried to continue on a different subject. "And in training, we're focusing on array formation."

He clenched his hands in his lap.

"Ah... Lianfang-zun, the ointment..."