Ayao was shocked and stood there dumbfounded.
Lingxi, too lazy to waste words, turned and walked towards the bed.
The apprentice was a bit slow-witted, but he had an extremely noble destiny and was filled with a purple-gold aura.
She must do her best to teach the future ruler of the world.
Lingxi removed her veil, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Her eyes were as hazy as the moonlight, making it difficult for anyone to look directly at her.
She was like a fairy descended to earth, her beauty pure and otherworldly.
Ayao closed his eyes, his ears turning bright red.
My master is too beautiful. If we sleep together, she'll be the one who suffers.
No! We can't sleep together!
A teacher for a day is a father for life.
She is my master, equivalent to my father.
Lingxi lifted her eyelids. "What are you doing standing there? Weren't you going to stay?"
Ayao was extremely nervous. He closed his eyes and rushed to the bed, bumping into Lingxi's arms in his panic.
A delicate fragrance wafted into his nose, and Ayao's face turned bright red. He clutched the soft hem of his clothes and began to stammer again.
"Master, Master... go to sleep..."
Lingxi couldn't stand such a stupid disciple, so she slapped him away, her voice icy cold.
"I am your master!"
"What are you doing?!"
"Tonight, kneel on the ground and reflect on your actions!"
Ayao got up and obediently knelt down.
Did he misunderstand his master's meaning?
In the past, when monks in temples would tell worshippers who came to kneel and pray, "Stay and sleep," the worshipper would go into the monk's room at night, and then all sorts of incoherent laughter would come out.
The master's request to stay and sleep was not actually true.
Feeling wronged, Ayao secretly wiped away her tears.
Hmph! It's all the monks' fault!
Master, he is a very well-behaved child, not a bad one.
As he knelt, Ayao fell asleep on the ground, his mouth opening and closing, unconsciously talking in his sleep.
"Father, Mother..."
Lingxi looked at her disciple, who was fast asleep, and laughed in exasperation.
For the first time, she doubted her own abilities: could someone so foolish really become the ruler of the world?
Since you've already accepted them, just bear with it.
Lingxi got up, grabbed a blanket and threw it on Ayao, then went out to cultivate.
She sat cross-legged, calculating, her brows furrowed.
That day is drawing near again.
Only by nurturing Ayao as soon as possible can the world be at peace.
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