Ye Qinghan had traveled almost all over the four regions, visiting the Human Emperor's Palace and the Demon Lord's Palace, but he couldn't find even a trace of his master.
Ye Qinghan pondered, "It's most likely Xiao Ai's doing..."
Perhaps, Xiao Ai took them all to the mansion, or perhaps to Master's world!
Upon returning to Lingxian Palace, Ye Qinghan took a quick bath and changed into a loose, thick bathrobe.
It seemed a bit cold, but it was mostly because her master wasn't there, and she didn't need to do those things.
He sat alone at the stone table in the courtyard, on which sat a pot of wine, which he was drinking from his master's cup.
The moonlight shone on Ye Qinghan's face, making her look like she was over sixty, even though she was clearly a teenager.
His expression was calm, and he simply held the wine glass to his lips, seemingly inhaling its aroma, without actually drinking it.
She couldn't understand why her master would leave without saying goodbye.
What was it that made her master and two junior sisters keep quiet about it?
The moonlight was bright and clear, seemingly a little cold, illuminating the girl's lonely figure, making her stand out even more, as if she possessed a unique beauty.
This is wine brewed by Lingxian Palace itself. It usually tastes quite good, but at this moment it tastes a bit sour and astringent, and even more so bitter.
Even though I kept telling myself that this was a test from my master, and that my master would definitely come back.
But the loneliness and bewilderment I feel at this moment are ridiculously similar to this unfounded injustice.
After meeting her master, she had a home, the Lingxian Palace on Lingxian Mountain, and she was the mistress of this home.
With their master absent, everyone on the mountain has to listen to her.
She was in charge of the financial expenditures and all matters, big and small, of Lingxian Palace. She would give instructions on what her master could manage, and she would make decisions on what her master could not.
This is her home. Even though the palace, burned to the ground by flames, has been rebuilt, and even though the land where her bones and blood were buried has sprouted new buds, she cannot call it a return. She always feels that the small room in Lingxian Palace is the only place that truly feels like home.
Although the room was small, far smaller than the study in the palace, it felt like a dream to her, captivating her and giving her the feeling of returning home.
She knew someone was waiting for her there.
In the past, Master often said in his heart that raising Qinghan was like raising a daughter.
As for Ye Qinghan, well, he didn't even dare to think about it, much less say it. He could only laugh at the thought; he was amused by his own words.
If Master finds out what I'm thinking, I'm afraid I'll get a spanking again~
For Ye Qinghan, this kindness was something she could never repay; she was undoubtedly lucky.
In the vast sea of people, she discovered her own treasure, a gift from heaven, but she must hold on to it tightly at all costs.
She was undoubtedly a rebellious disciple. Not only did she cause trouble for her master, but she also made enemies everywhere.
Although Master appears timid and hesitant, he never holds back in crucial moments and has never let anyone down.
From the overwhelming firepower of Pingyun Sect to the unparalleled sword strike at Lingxian Mountain, and finally finding her across time and space.
Master, it has always been like this; it is a kind of doting love that can overwhelm a child.
The master was cautious and never underestimated even the weakest enemy, yet he drank the poisoned wine she offered without any precautions.
Master was incredibly bold, never showing fear even when playing chess with gods, but he often avoided her gaze, not daring to look at her.
This was all thanks to his master's favor, and Ye Qinghan enjoyed it, but dared not be too presumptuous.
From a down-on-his-luck fox demon burdened with a blood feud to the now invincible Demon Emperor of the Northern Region.
It wasn't long, but every page was filled with Master's love.
Everyone says that Master dotes on Qinghan and treats her like his own daughter. Only Qinghan knows that before meeting Master, she didn't even know what love was.
It is about being together through life and death, or remaining steadfast in poverty and hardship; it is about growing old together, or experiencing a fleeting moment of eternity.
But at this moment, Ye Qinghan found out.
It was her master looking at her.
This is what she loves, a love that is truly hard to ignore.
Whenever Ye Qinghan looked up, her master's gaze would always fall on her.
This is the master she loves, the master who can never do anything about her.
"Master, you are watching over Qinghan, aren't you?"
"Even Qinghan knows that~"
It sounded like a soliloquy, a dialogue in the void, or the ravings of someone drunk.
Regardless of the circumstances, Su Cheng was indeed looking at Ye Qinghan at that moment.
Whether it was talking to himself or rambling nonsense, Su Cheng heard it clearly.
Ye Qinghan felt the jade pendant in his arms tremble slightly, and as if he had foreseen this, he slowly took it out.
She's a vixen; it's not hard for her to figure out a man's little tricks.
Especially her master; if she could, she would be a tapeworm in his stomach.
You know too much, which puts me in a difficult position.
"Difficult to handle? Then Qinghan will reluctantly cooperate with Master and cry a little?"
[Hehe, Qinghan, you're getting more and more mischievous.]
"Isn't it because Master spoiled them?"
I think so too, but I like it.
"Master, you're not here tonight. May Qinghan sleep in your room?"
【Can't. 】
"Ignoring the chill, I insist on sleeping~"
[I bet someone won't agree, and might even spank you?]
"Lord Gu Ai?"
[We can look forward to a light chill in the air!]
After speaking, the communication ended, the glowing jade pendant went out, and it seemed that Master had "gone offline".
Ye Qinghan slowly put down the jade pendant and casually placed it on the table.
As if slightly tipsy, Ye Qinghan rested his chin on his hand and leaned against the table. To maintain this slight intoxication, Ye Qinghan even had to deliberately suppress his magical power.
"Not Lord Gu Ai?"
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