At this time, a large number of disciples went out, and Nian Yiren suddenly came out of retreat, and a dignified cultivator followed the team. No wonder she said that the road was not peaceful.
However, as the evil cultivators were rampant, the righteous disciples had no choice but to go out. This was a responsibility they could not shirk and an obligation they needed to fulfill.
Jing Yuan turned his head and looked at Zhu Yuanqing's flawless white face. His nose was pointed, his red lips were slightly pursed, and his brows were slightly furrowed. He asked inexplicably, "Then, where is Master?"
Master had to go out every once in a while, and would be weak for a long time when he returned to the peak. Cui Yi had threatened that Master wouldn't live much longer, and when Taoist Lingxiao was teaching him the Dao, he hinted that he would have to walk his future path alone...
Then Master, are you also one of those people who risk their lives?
He didn't know what would happen in the future, but after many years in Xuanyuan Sect, he felt that everyone treated his master as a short-lived ghost. Even Master Yunxin, who was good at medicine, often came to ask about his master's health.
Intense palpitations and uneasiness emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Jing Yuan actually had some resentment towards Xuanyuan Sect and Lingxiao Taoist.
He grew up in Xuanyuan Sect and should have treated this place as his home, but the empty place where he became a disciple many years ago had proved that he was just a weed, and no one cared about him even in the world of cultivation.
Jing Yuan had never felt any kindness since he was a child. It was like this when he was young, and it was even worse when he grew up. He could easily see that those who tried to please him were just trying to get the status of a direct disciple of Xiaoyao Peak, and he could also feel the scrutiny of Taoist Lingxiao.
He doesn't care about the world, he only cares about this one person...
Zhu Yuanqing's thoughts were in a mess, thinking about the possible situations. He was a little lost in thought and didn't hear what Qing Jingyuan said. His narrow eyes showed confusion: "What?"
Jing Yuan squeezed Zhu Yuanqing's wrist tightly, hiding his hidden emotions completely: "It's okay, disciple just wanted to ask Master, do you want to taste my cooking skills?"
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