A gentle light filled Feng Su's phoenix eyes.

He stubbornly handed the bead to Yu Yan, calling her "Master" repeatedly.

Over the years, Yu Yan had grown accustomed to his intimacy, and she had also questioned his motives.

But every time she looked into his eyes, gazing into the depths of his narrow eyes, she could only grasp the same intense and passionate intimacy as in her dreams.

Feng Su truly regarded her as his master and was very filial to her.

Having received this answer, Yu Yan felt at ease accepting everything.

Seeing that Yu Yan accepted his pearl, Feng Su became even more radiant.

See? Master didn't notice at all.

The moment Feng Su lowered his eyes and his gaze met Yu Yan's, it felt as if some kind of restraint had been broken free from his heart.

Deceiving his master was no easy task; he could only deceive himself first.

Feng Su let out a muffled groan in discomfort.

Yu Yan put the bead into her storage ring and quickly gave him a pill.

She thought his wound was starting to hurt again.

Feng Su placed his right hand on his chest, the restraints on his heart having been lifted and removed countless times.

Even now, he still cannot remain calm.

A tingling sensation began to spread from the tip of his heart. Feng Su thought that even though it was unbearably painful, he craved it as if it were a bone-deep addiction.

Seeing a pool of water shrouded in spiritual energy not far away, Yu Yan looked down at her disciple, who was covered in dirt, and gestured for Qinglong to fly down.

Thump

Feng Su was thrown into the pool by Yu Yan.

A look of surprise crossed the man's face. Instinctively, he struggled slightly and leaned against the pool wall.

Feng Su removed the mask from her face, and the pool water slid down her forehead to her chin.

Yu Yan stood by the pool, glanced at him with her eyes lowered, and said softly,

"Wash it clean and apply the medicine yourself."

She tossed him a medicine bottle.

After saying that, he leaped up and sat on the ancient tree by the pond.

The woman stood with her back to the pool, leaving only her slender silhouette in the viewer's view.

The medicine bottle felt cool to the touch; his master had given him this kind of bottle countless times over the years.

Feng Su gently stroked the bottle, glanced at the woman in the shadows of the trees, and then began to undress.

The water rippled, reflecting the man's face.

Feng Su lowered his eyes and looked at the scarred face, his large hand underwater gradually clenching into a fist.

It won't be long before he forms his nascent soul, and as Master said, all the ugly scars on his body will be removed.

...

The sound of pattering water filled her ears. Yu Yan's legs dangled from the tree. As she lifted her foot and swayed, the little green dragon flew back.

He had just gone for a swim, and Shui Muran wrapped her arms around Yu Yan's wrist.

“Master, I have just sensed the aura of the person who took my essence blood.”

The Azure Dragon nuzzled Yu Yan with its horns, and a strong sense of negativity flowed into Yu Yan's heart through the contract. She raised her hand and pressed down on the little Azure Dragon.

"Don't worry, I'll help you. Is that aura new?"

As Yu Yan spoke, she had already released her divine sense.

Within the Qingyu Secret Realm, she could only suppress her cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage.

Therefore, one's consciousness is also somewhat limited.

“Not long,” Shui Muran replied.

"Um."

Yu Yan leaped down from the treetop, and Feng Su, who was on the other side, immediately noticed her movement.

He called out to Yu Yan, "Master!"

Splash—

Feng Su stood up from the water.

Her slender waist was shimmering with moisture, and in the sunlight, only a sliver of white remained in Yu Yan's peripheral vision.

She didn't look at him, but leaned against the ancient tree trunk, turning her body sideways to face him.

"Are you done washing? Hurry up and apply the medicine and get dressed."