As Yu Yan walked out of the main hall, she glanced at Feng Su's room.

I reinforced the formation for him as I went along.

It really was a seclusion.

However, judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him that day, there should be no problem with him forming his core this time.

Yu Yan smiled with satisfaction.

The light of righteousness is becoming more and more present.

Yu Yan never uses her divine sense to monitor her disciples' lives.

So when she knocked on the door and entered, she never expected that Ji Wuye was taking a bath.

She was nearly eight hundred years older than him, but Yu Yan didn't feel too uncomfortable.

But no matter what, they are still of the opposite sex.

What's going on with Ji Wuye?

She knocked on the door, and he let her in.

A barely perceptible hint of reproach flashed across Yu Yan's peach blossom eyes, but it was caught by the young man who had been watching her since she entered the room.

Ji Wuye braced his hands on the edge of the bathtub, his exposed arms flexing their muscles.

The young man had a half-smile on his face.

His skin was very fair, unlike Feng Su's; it was a cold, snow-white color.

Yu Yan didn't know the meaning behind this comparison in her heart.

"Come to the main hall in a bit."

Yu Yan glanced at it and then looked away.

She thought she should have used the communication stone to call him over.

Apart from the initial hint of reproach, Ji Wuye noticed no further change in the woman's stunningly beautiful face.

He felt inexplicably empty inside.

He immediately called out to the woman who was about to leave.

"Master, wait a minute!"

A splash of water rang out, and this time Yu Yan wisely didn't turn around.

Ji Wuye casually dried the water off his body, picked up his undergarments from the hanger and put them on before walking towards Yu Yan.

The young man carried a faint, fresh scent of his recent bath.

It's very natural and not overpowering.

Yu Yan's nose twitched slightly as she walked inside and sat down.

She has been taking on apprentices for over a decade, but she rarely sets foot in their rooms.

I don't know what happened this time.

Yu Yan looked at the spiritual tea that the young man had pushed towards her, picked it up and took a small sip.

"Did Master come to deliver a sword to his disciple?"

Ji Wuye's dark hair cascaded down his back, and he looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Her well-defined facial features have softened somewhat compared to before.

His already clear and handsome face now made him even more approachable.

Yu Yan couldn't help but think of the Danxin Sword.

She's definitely a good match for him.

Yu Yan nodded, and then, without keeping him in suspense, she handed him the Danxin Sword.

"How is it?" she asked.

Ji Wuye first stared at Danxin for a moment, and then said, "Was it chosen by Master?"

He took the sword from her.

The moment he touched her, Ji Wuye's eyes darkened.

He gripped the Loyal Heart Sword tightly, suppressing its inner and outer restlessness.

The young man's eyes were lowered, making it impossible to discern his expression, and Yu Yan couldn't immediately grasp his emotions.

I don't know if he likes it or not.

Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't change it for him.

She was convinced that Danxin was right for him, and so she was.

Yu Yan leaned back slightly against the chair.

At this moment, Ji Wuye also raised his head.

His complexion seemed a bit rosier; I wonder if it was because he had just taken a bath.

Yu Yan hadn't noticed before, but she's only just realized it now.

"Thank you, Master. This disciple likes it."

Ji Wuye signed the Danxin Contract in front of Yu Yan and then put it away.

His swift actions made Yu Yan wonder just how much he liked her.

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly and took another sip of tea.

Ji Wuye's gaze lingered on her pink lips for a moment, and he thought to himself that next time he would definitely use a white teacup, as the blue one was not suitable for his master.

After Yu Yan left

Ji Wuye looked down at the half-open front of her dress, but she didn't even glance at it.