He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Master, you won't be tired of me, will you?"

Lin Zhenzhen coughed twice to change the subject: "By the way, don't I still have a few swords hanging in my room? Why did you go to borrow them from somewhere else?"

"Master, how can I enter your room?"

Lin Zhenzhen tilted her head in confusion, only to meet his dark, inky eyes.

Yan Feichen paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's a girl's boudoir."

Lin Zhenzhen was sweating profusely.

Brother, have you forgotten? You've already been inside that boudoir, even lying there disheveled on that big bed.

However, since he's going to play dumb, I'll definitely have to play along.

Lin Zhenzhen chuckled twice and said, "What's the big deal? We, master and disciple, don't need to be so formal about these things."

Yan Feichen got the answer he wanted and lowered his head in satisfaction: "Disciple has remembered."

However, he soon had another problem: "I think I heard a man's voice on the other end of the communication talisman earlier."

Lin Zhenzhen gave a vague "Hmm?"

Yan Feichen said slowly, "He doesn't sound like a sect leader, he sounds more like a young man."

He stopped there.

He was clearly heartbroken, yet he pretended to be nonchalant, just like a proud little kitten, which made Lin Zhenzhen both laugh and feel ticklish, unable to resist teasing him.

Lin Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow: "That's right, a young man. He has excellent aptitude, and at fifteen or sixteen years old, he's perfect for cultivation."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Zhenzhen felt the person behind her catch their breath and become noticeably nervous.

She forced a smile and continued, "When you meet him later, see if you get along with him. Maybe you'll spend a lot of time together in the future."