"yes."

Ji Wuye gripped the hilt of the sword.

The sword techniques he had previously mastered flowed out with his movements, and a hint of admiration flashed in Yu Yan's eyes.

The boy has good talent in swordsmanship.

The main reason Yu Yan took him as her disciple that day was to protect him from the bullying of the outer disciples.

Even today, she can't help but re-examine Ji Wuye.

It was her oversight that she was wrong. How could someone who could ascend to the position of Demon Lord on their own be mediocre?

After the young man sheathed his sword, Yu Yan waved her hand and beckoned him to come to her side.

Ji Wuye presented the Qingyu Sword with both hands.

"Master, please enlighten your disciple."

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with sincerity as he spoke.

Yu Yan picked up the sword manual that she had casually placed on the table and began to explain one of the moves.

She saw it clearly just now; the boy got stuck right there.

The woman's voice was languid and casual, and as Ji Wuye listened, he couldn't help but shift his gaze to her face.

I was suddenly tapped on the forehead.

The boy quickly covered it.

"Got it?"

Yu Yan raised her eyes slightly and asked.

Ji Wuye nodded quickly, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Disciple understands, thank you Master."

"Go back and practice more. I will check on you another day."

Yu Yan handed the sword manual to Ji Wuye, her fingers accidentally brushing against his.

The boy felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he quickly looked up at her.

Before Yu Yan could delve into the meaning behind it, the other party had already turned and run away as if fleeing.

Before stepping out of the main hall, the young man clutched the sword manual and looked back.

His eyes were filled with a tangled mist.

Was she just hinting at something to him?

Ji Wuye walked down the steps with his head hanging low.

So dazed was she that she brushed past Feng Su without even realizing it.

He only looked up abruptly when the boy returned to his room.

What was he thinking just now?!

Even if she teaches him, so what?

He will not be captured.

Won't……

Yu Yan rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window with amusement.

Two ancient peach trees bloom with peach blossoms year-round.

She didn't take Ji Wuye's unusual behavior before leaving to heart at all.

They assumed the boy was just eager to go back and learn the sword technique.

Feng Su, carrying his sword, went around to the back hall.

He sat down by the base of the peach tree, glancing at the open window every now and then.

Yu Yan had already moved to another place to meditate and cultivate.

That is.

The boy did not see her.

Ever since he had a chance encounter with his master here, Feng Su would come here to cultivate from time to time.

It's unclear whether it was a coincidence or Yu Yan's intention.

Except for the first time she appeared and gave him the mask.

He never saw her again, not even through the window.

unconsciously

The boy fell asleep, clutching the sword.

He had a dream in which only he and his master were on Yan Hui Peak.

There were no unsightly scars on his face.

His master always took him out to train, and she would affectionately call him A-Su.

A soft sound came from the windowsill.

Yu Yan stepped forward and hugged the restless Xiao Yan in her arms.

My gaze inadvertently fell on the boy sleeping soundly by the tree.

He must have been having a wonderful dream, because the corners of his lips were constantly turned up in a smile.

Yu Yan stroked the rabbit's fur, which was soft and warm.

"Chirp chirp—"

Little Flame suddenly transformed into a little phoenix and cried out twice.

The boy seemed startled; his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes.

Yu Yan grabbed Phoenix and pulled her back several steps.

She was deliberately avoiding him.

Subconsciously, she didn't want to run into him too often.

It seemed that only in this way could they be considered proper master and apprentice.