Chapter 446 Sealed Cultivation

Feng Su: "Mm."

The man's tone sounded very calm.

Yu Xue breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. In that case, Master, would you like to take back the cultivation you sealed here with me as well?"

When it came to cultivation level, Feng Su's eyelashes trembled.

He looked down and examined his dantian, where two nascent souls, one black and one white, were constantly converting immortal energy.

After a long while, the man twitched the corners of his mouth, making what was clearly an ordinary expression seem like a sophisticated rogue.

Feng Su parted his lips: "Wait three days later."

Yu Xue: "Yes, Master."

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Yu Yan changed into a white dress, the peach blossom pattern on the collar and cuffs still intact, and even the belt was adorned with delicate peach blossom petals, bright yet not gaudy.

When Feng Su came out, she was standing opposite Zi Lan, reaching out to straighten the other's clothes.

The man in white paused, his gaze fixed on the woman's hand that had landed on Zi Lan's clothes, refusing to look away.

While neither of them noticed him, Feng Su subtly adjusted his clothes with the hilt of his sword, slightly disheveling the once neat front of his clothes, as if he had forgotten to tidy them up after hastily putting them on.

Feng Su raised the corner of his eye in satisfaction, then walked towards Yu Yan at the courtyard gate.

Behind him, Shen Qingyi pushed open the door and came out.

Just then, the man in blue saw Yu Yan withdraw her hand from in front of Zi Lan, and his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Zi Lan smiled gently: "Sister is so thoughtful."

Yu Yan clicked her tongue.

"It's only because you're my own brother that I don't have the time or inclination to do that with anyone else."

The words "younger brother" tickled Zi Lan's ears, and the smile on her lips grew wider, her eyes brimming with joy and satisfaction.

"Master." Feng Su walked over.

Yu Yan looked at the person who had come and nodded slightly.

His gaze paused for a moment when it fell on the other person's clothes, which were slightly disheveled compared to usual.

Actually, it wasn't very irregular; it's just that Feng Su had always paid too much attention to these details, and this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

Of course, only Yu Yan noticed this subtle discrepancy; Zi Lan on the other side was still immersed in her own joy.

When Feng Su saw Yu Yan's gaze sweep over his clothes, his heart pounded wildly. He seemed to foresee his master walking towards her, straightening his clothes as if he were adjusting his uncle's.

The fist hidden in the wide sleeve clenched slightly.

Today, both Master and he were dressed in white, with the same wide sleeves and the same peach blossom embroidery.

Unlike the disciple robes of the Cangmiao Sect, the clothes Feng Su was wearing were specially made for her when she went out to train. They were more elegant and noble than the personal disciple robes of Yan Hui Peak.

He waited and waited, until Shen Qingyi finally arrived in front of the three of them, and Yu Yan's gaze, which had been turned away, never returned.

Feng Su lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the disappointment within.

He thought it must be because he had been too discreet, or not chaotic enough, that his master hadn't noticed at all.

By comforting himself in this way, the man quickly adjusted his mood.

The four left the courtyard and headed towards Yaoguang Palace.

The moment the courtyard gate closed, Yu Yan's room window shook, and then the window was pushed open from the inside out.

A small blue head peeked out, its round, glassy eyes wide open, revealing a hint of grievance. However, that look vanished in an instant, and the next moment it returned to its blank expression.

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In front of Yaoguang Palace is an extremely spacious square, where major events in the Yaoguang Domain have always been held in the past.