Yu Yan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The boy's size had changed drastically; his height was now almost the same as Ji Wuye's beside him.

His voice carried a hint of unfathomable panic.

Feng Su heard his disciples talking about it all the way, and his worries came true.

Unexpectedly, today is the day the Cangmiao Sect begins accepting disciples.

Why didn't he leave the country sooner...?

But then I thought, even if he left the pass early, what could he possibly stop?

"Wuye, I haven't asked you yet, how old are you this year?"

The words "Wu Ye" struck Ji Wu Ye squarely in the heart.

No one had ever called him that before, not since he was a child.

Never...

"This disciple is fifteen years old."

Ji Wuye replied in a hoarse voice.

fifteen?

Yu Yan was truly surprised to find that the boy was already fifteen years old.

She felt a pang of guilt for a moment.

Feng Su had already walked up to the two of them.

When he heard Yu Yan call the name of the person next to him, the first thing that came to his mind was that the person's surname was Wu.

Wu Ye?

"Master, is this my junior brother?"

Feng Su never ignored Yu Yan's self-reference, which made him feel depressed and bitter.

Ji Wuye's gaze had been fixed on Feng Su ever since he appeared.

He called her Master.

"Senior brother, I am Ji Wuye," he greeted first.

Ji Wuye?

Feng Su's pupils contracted, and the expression behind the mask shattered instantly.

His name was Ji Wuye.

“Feng Su”.

He tried hard to suppress his emotions, afraid that Yu Yan would notice something was wrong with him.

So what if he's petty?

His master always addressed him by his full name.

A tremendous sense of hostility and crisis rose in Feng Su's heart.

He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yu Yan, nuzzling his head affectionately against her shoulder.

"Disciple's cultivation has broken through, will Master give any reward?"

Yu Yan felt a little uncomfortable pushing the person away.

When I was little, it was fine. I was small, so I didn't feel anything when I was being held.

But now that he's grown taller, it makes her very uncomfortable to be held in his arms.

Feng Su's hands hung down, but he secretly clenched them tightly in his sleeves.

He just wanted to get closer to his master.

Ji Wuye's gaze, tinged with envy, fell upon the interaction between the two.

He had never known what it felt like to hug someone before.

No one was willing to hug him.

He had no one he wanted to hug.

Noticing the disappointment in the boy's eyes, even though he hid it well, Yu Yan still reached out and patted his head.

She smiled and said, "Of course there will be a reward."

Feng Su raised her eyes and smiled, her long, narrow phoenix eyes sparkling like stars.

The warmth of the woman's palm still seemed to linger on the top of her head.

On the way back, he couldn't help but imitate Yu Yan's movements and press down the top of his head.

Ji Wuye's gaze would occasionally fall on him.

He thought to himself that he suddenly seemed to care about why his master had accepted him as a disciple.

Yan Huifeng

When the three of them returned, Li Ze was still in seclusion.

The three of them walked back.

They encountered many disciples of the Cangmiao Sect on the way.

Feng Su's mood, which had initially improved, soared several degrees because of their conversation.

Five years ago, his master took him as a disciple, but it seems that not many people knew about it.

Even now, everyone knows that Master has taken Ji Wuye as his disciple.

Some disciples even said that Ji Wuye was the master's first disciple!

Feng Su never cared about other people's opinions, but he did care about this issue; he cared about it immensely.

Yu Yan naturally didn't miss the conversations of the disciples along the way.

She thought, it's time.

Once Li Ze emerges from seclusion, she will hold a ceremony to accept disciples.

The unpleasantness between Yu Yan and Shen Qingyi resurfaced, and her peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly.

Ji Wuye trembled as he looked at Yan Hui Palace.