Although Wuya had a sensitive mind, he didn't understand girls' psychology. He just felt uncomfortable when she was unhappy. He sighed and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Fengguang, I don't want to lie to you. I still can't understand the word 'love' that you speak of."
"It's okay..." There was indeed disappointment in her voice, but she also understood that she couldn't ask for anything. She closed her eyes and said softly, "I understand."
Because she understands this, she feels even more distressed now.
She stopped speaking and seemed to have fallen asleep. Wuya, however, did not close his eyes for a long time. The bright moonlight shone through the window onto his profile, making his gaze appear even more distant and dreamlike. He lowered his eyes slightly and could only see the top of her head.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on her. He didn't understand what love was yet, but he suddenly had a feeling that being able to hold her like this and fall asleep was a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced before.
After that night, Feng Guang stopped asking Wuya that question. She had a kind of "what's the use" attitude. Since Wuya wanted to be good to her, she would gladly accept it. Before Wuya lost interest in her, she had to make him used to having her around so that she could better complete her mission, even though she now thought that winning over this man would be no easy task.
Wuya would never refuse Fengguang's initiative to approach him. He was quite satisfied with Fengguang's initiative to get close to him and act coquettishly towards him, so he increasingly enjoyed going down the mountain to buy some delicious food and fun little trinkets for her.
The days proceeded in an orderly fashion, and then came the day when the newly initiated disciples of Wuwang Heaven had to choose their magic weapons.
In the familiar Tai Chi Square, everyone stood in orderly rows. The elders' disciples were different; they could stand with their masters on the high platform.
Fengguang's treatment was clearly much better. Not only was she with Wuyaijun, but she also had a chair to sit on. Among so many people sitting there, she was the only junior, which she naturally didn't want. However, she couldn't resist Wuyaijun's occasional domineering behavior.
“If Fengguang doesn’t want to sit in the chair, then sit on my lap, how about it?” Wuya said this without any restraint. Among the people present were many highly respected cultivators, so it was easy for them to hear his words.
Feng Guang felt that the two great sword saints, the three elders, and even the sect leader, Daoist Yunji, all had their eyes on her. She could only sit stiffly next to Wuya.
Very well, Xia Fengguang, the newly initiated disciple of Wuwangtian, is not only arrogant and domineering, but now she has a new crime to add: ignorance of etiquette.
Feng Guang chose to ignore the fact that his reputation was already utterly ruined.
Meanwhile, the ceremony for the newly initiated disciples to choose their magical treasures had already begun.
As the saying goes, to cultivate immortality, a suitable magic weapon accounts for 30% of the success. You can't go out and slay demons without a handy magic weapon, right? It's just like a martial arts hero who wants to make a name for himself in the martial arts world needs a good sword.
Of course, if a wandering swordsman wants a suitable weapon, he can only ask a blacksmith to forge it for him. But for a cultivator in the Boundless Heaven to want a suitable magic weapon, it's not that simple. It's not enough to just choose the magic weapon; more importantly, the magic weapon must also recognize you.
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