Feng Guang grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him, exclaiming, "So it was you!"

"What is Feng Guang saying?" He easily caught the pillow she threw at him, his innocent look making one wonder if they had misunderstood him.

It would be a miracle if there was any misunderstanding!

In the past 160 years, only one person has dared to call her Little Dragon!

“Yu Kun!” she called out the name loudly.

Yes, he is also from Wuwangtian, so it is normal for him to participate in the selection of new disciples of Wuwangtian. Moreover, he himself has admitted that he has a high level of illusion skills. It's just that in the legend, Wuyai is a person who likes to be aloof and doesn't like to get involved in things. He doesn't participate in any activities, so naturally there is no way he could participate in the selection of new disciples of Wuwangtian.

While it may seem unlikely, it doesn't mean it's entirely impossible.

"If my dear disciple wishes to call me Master Yu Kun, that is not impossible."

See, he didn't refute it at all.

Feng Guang stamped his foot, "You created that illusion of Sunset Village, and you also created that fish-like creature, didn't you!?"

“Feng Guang is right.” He readily admitted, with another kind and innocent smile. “I also said that I would meet Feng Guang again.”

Although Wuya never participates in the affairs of Wuwangtian, every year different people set up illusions to test the disciples during the selection process. This year it was Wuya's turn. Wuya has been absent from work for hundreds of years. If it weren't for Daoist Yunji's earnest words, he would have continued to be absent from work.

Feng Guang finally understood everything, and her temper flared up again. "You've been playing me all along!"

In Sunset Village, he would always appear out of nowhere to be by her side, and he would always drag her into this or that, but it was all just to ensure the test went smoothly.

Wuya sighed again, "When have I ever been glamorous? You wanted to enter Wuwang Heaven, didn't I let you in? You wanted to pursue Wuya-jun, and here I am standing right in front of you. Or... does Fengguang actually prefer Yu Kun a little more?"

"Me!" She choked up, unable to speak.

Wuya walked up to her and poked her dragon horns with a smile. "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly is like a dream, while the Kun is like a divine creature living in an illusion. Fengguang can regard the fish Kun as an illusion. If not, then Wuya is also the fish Kun."

Feng Guang paused for a moment, "I don't understand..."

"What doesn't Feng Guang understand?"

"Since Yu Kun is also you, why is there such a big difference between Wuya and Yu Kun?" Yu Kun is both shameless and like an ignorant young master, but Wuya is like a handsome and elegant hermit, even though he has an exceptionally bad temper.

“Most people are short-sighted, seeing only the surface and not the essence.” He said slowly, “The so-called surface is ultimately only what the naked eye can see. No matter what is the same or different, outsiders can never see through the essence.”

"And what about your core?" Feng Guang pressed, "What kind of person are you really?"

Yu Kun is a scoundrel, and Wuya is also an elegant man. There are other aspects of him that she doesn't know about, or perhaps it should be said that she shouldn't explore them.

Wuya smiled, raised his hand, gently stroked her cheek, and murmured, "What kind of person am I... I don't know either, but Fengguang can slowly explore this question. I only allow Fengguang this right."

"If I make you angry... are you going to throw me off the mountain again?"

"No," he smiled, then whispered again, "I can't bear to."