Chapter 1661 As long as Senior Sister is here, you won't die. (24)
She focused her mind and released her divine sense, discovering that life still lingered within its body.
Could it be that his soul left his body?
Although the Red Serpent had been by her side for a year, she was too busy and often forgot about its presence.
Song Jinhuan sighed, feeling guilty. He had followed her for so long, yet his cultivation hadn't improved. It was understandable that he was seeking a way out.
It was because she failed to fulfill her responsibilities.
People tend to be more sentimental in the middle of the night.
With mixed emotions swirling within her, Song Jinhuan drifted off to sleep.
In the darkness, the golden eyes on her wrist gleamed, and the red snake lay limply on it, its little nose rubbing against her skin with adoration.
In March, the grass grows and the orioles fly.
The celestial realm also follows basic natural laws.
Since experiencing the sect competition, the usually carefree Pei Xingzhi has become exceptionally composed.
But at this moment, he reverted to his previous demeanor, excitedly running to Song Jinhuan's courtyard and shouting at the wooden door, "Senior Sister! A young man says he wants to join the Tianyan Sect!"
Song Jinhuan suddenly stood up and was in front of Pei Xingzhi in a few steps: "He wants to become a disciple of the Tianyan Sect?"
Pei Xingzhi nodded: "I specifically request to become your disciple."
At this point, he covered his mouth with one hand and lowered his voice, saying, "Several boxes of gold and silver jewelry, and two top-grade spirit stones for storage rings."
"Those are top-grade spirit stones that can be stored in two storage rings."
He couldn't help but hold up two fingers to emphasize.
Song Jinhuan covered her mouth and coughed lightly, then grabbed Pei Xingzhi's shoulder and jumped up.
With a somersault, he landed in the sect's reception hall.
"Who wants to become my disciple?" Song Jinhuan's voice came from outside, followed by Pei Xingzhi, who was seeing stars but still trying to stay strong, stepping in.
Several pairs of eyes turned to Song Jinhuan.
A strange yet extremely handsome face was mixed in among them.
Song Jinhuan could tell at a glance that there was a master-disciple relationship between them!
With a swift stride, he arrived before the young man, his face full of admiration, and exclaimed with delight, "I can tell at a glance that you are a rare talent!"
"So you want to become my disciple?"
"I haven't accepted any disciples yet."
"If you sincerely wish to become my eldest disciple, I will accept you today."
As she spoke, she placed her hand on the other person's shoulder, just like when she was accepted as a disciple.
"You haven't... asked my name yet." The handsome young man glanced at the hand resting on his shoulder and said awkwardly.
Song Jinhuan: "Then what's your name?"
"Song Feichen, that's my name." The young man seemed a little shy, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground as he gave his name.
Upon hearing this, Song Jinhuan was overjoyed: "You also have the surname Song! It seems that our fate was sealed hundreds of years ago!"
Song Feichen suddenly raised his face and stared at her intently, a strange expectation hidden deep in his eyes.
Song Jinhuan felt a chill run down her spine from the stare. "Is...is something wrong?"
A sense of disappointment washed over Song Feichen. He shook his head, took off two rings from his fingers, and handed them over, saying, "This is a gift for becoming an apprentice."
Song Jinhuan then noticed that the young man's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and each finger was adorned with an ornate ring.
Two hands, adorned with jewels.
The hand on his shoulder exerted a little force.
The next instant, Song Feichen fell to his knees.
He subconsciously looked up at her, a small gesture revealing an unusual attachment.
Immediately afterwards, Song Jinhuan pressed his head down and kowtowed three times to the ground.
A noticeable red mark was left on his fair forehead.
As he looked up, Sheng Ruyan, as if burying her head in the sand, tossed him a wad of plaster, which landed perfectly on his head.
The red mark disappeared in an instant.
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