When Mo Qin turned around, she saw a man sitting at a wooden table by the attic window, his chin supported by one hand and the other hand lightly pressing on the pages of a book.

He was wearing a cobalt-colored robe with intricate patterns embroidered on the hem and cuffs, which looked like climbing flames or winding vines.

He is also very handsome, a gentleman with a dignified appearance and gentle as jade. He is not inferior to Bai Yu.

This person had an extraordinary demeanor, but the original owner had never seen him before.

Thinking of the empty seat in the hall today, it is very likely this person.

Mo Qin bowed and said, "It is my fault for disturbing you, Immortal Lord. I hope you will not blame me."

The corners of his lips moved slightly, as if he was smiling, but not.

"No problem, what are you looking for?"

"I want to find a cultivation method that suits my spiritual roots."

Hearing this, the man moved, looked Mo Qin up and down, and asked:

"Whose disciple are you? Why doesn't your master care about you? What kind of skills are you practicing now?"

As a direct disciple, you need to find your own techniques to practice at any time.

Mo Qin answered them one by one.

The man pondered for a few seconds before continuing:

"It's certainly not a top-tier technique, but you're someone who knows how to improve yourself."

After saying that, the man waved his hand and several books flew out from the bookshelf. Without exception, they were all exercises suitable for ice spiritual roots. The covers of the books were also marked with prohibitions, so ordinary people could not open them.

Now he has opened them all.

After finishing this, the man closed the book, stood up and left. When he passed by Mo Qin, he chuckled softly, his voice still gentle:

"You are not allowed to go home until you finish watching it."

Mo Qin: “?”

Warmth and gentleness are all illusions.

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