Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before she knew it, she fell asleep.
Rong Xi used his spiritual sense to control the flying boat while meditating and practicing.
However, he found it difficult to concentrate, which was something that had never happened in his long career of cultivation.
Whenever he closed his eyes, the woman's exquisite and snow-white figure and her tearful and pitiful appearance would appear in his mind.
These images kept circling in his mind, making it impossible for him to calm down and concentrate on his cultivation.
His dark purple eyes showed a rare look of confusion, his consciousness dispersed, and somehow he arrived at Yun Yuan's room.
She lay there carefree, her clothes slightly disheveled, her dark hair spread out behind her head like silk, her eyelashes long, her lips rosy red...
He looked at it for a long time without realizing it.
When I came to my senses, the spirit boat had already arrived at Feixue Peak.
"Master."
In the flying snow, Lu Qingchuan was wearing a cool white robe, not stained with dust, as if he had merged with the ice and snow. Behind him, the snowman made by Yun Yuan was still standing upright.
The snowman was not covered by the falling snow, and it was obvious that it had been carefully protected.
Rong Xi looked at Lu Qingchuan. He was still cold and distant, but Rong Xi felt that something was different about him.
He landed lightly from the spirit boat and explained, "Yun Yuan wanted to go to the market, so I took her there."
Lu Qingchuan bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."
He still has great trust in his master.
He raised his head and subconsciously looked for Yun Yuan, but saw nothing. He looked at Rong Xi in confusion.
Rong Xi said calmly, "She's asleep. It's not convenient for me to wake her up. You go and wake her up."
Lu Qingchuan's eyelids twitched, and his spiritual sense encountered an obstruction in a room. He walked over and easily found Yun Yuan.
She was sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms, her brows relaxed and her little face rosy.
Lu Qingchuan did not disturb her, but carefully carried her out of the spirit boat and took her to the side hall.
Rong Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, sat down in the main hall, and waited for a while before seeing Lu Qingchuan come out.
Rong Xi leaned back in his chair, his tone lazy and casual: "Is the Sect Master looking for you about the new disciple going out for training?"
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