Indeed, Feng Guang now has a strong feeling that she is a rag doll being kept by Wuya. Despite his current patience with her, she is certain that once he loses interest in her, her fate will be tragic.
"Doesn't Lord Wuya never accept disciples?" asked Songzhu, who was "recovering from a serious illness."
As soon as Songzhu called out "Wuya Jun", the younger generation, who had never seen Wuya Jun before, instantly erupted in a frenzy, constantly discussing how this man was actually the legendary figure!
If we're talking about the most mysterious person in Wuwangtian, it has to be Wuyaijun.
Because of his identity as Wuyaijun, even Fengguang, who was standing next to him, felt that the gazes that were originally directed at him now made him feel extremely pressured.
Seeing that Wuya still had that smiling face, Fengguang suppressed the urge to turn around and leave.
“I’ve reached a certain age and suddenly I want to take on a disciple. Is there anything wrong with that?” Wuya smiled as he looked at Songzhu. Even when he was talking to someone, you could feel that his elegance and composure were ingrained in his very bones.
Of course, Songzhu couldn't answer "no." Although he was young, he knew who he could mess with and who he couldn't. On the few occasions he had met Wuya, those who were more senior than him would always put on an obedient act. Songzhu couldn't get the answer that others should do the same. But people are naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Even if he considered himself superior, he couldn't help but be influenced by what others did.
“I had no such intention.” Songzhu bowed his head slightly, a sign of respect. He continued, “I was just surprised that Wuya-jun would choose to take on a disciple.”
“There’s nothing surprising about it.” Wuya said with a smile, “I’ve taken a liking to Fengguang, so naturally I want her to stay by my side.”
Feng Guang's face flushed instantly. Did he really have to make his words so suggestive? If someone who didn't know them heard this, they might think there was something going on between them.
Elder Songzhu was somewhat embarrassed, and he said, "What Wuya-jun says is true."
Then they would take a step back and remain silent.
At this moment, Daoist Yunji finally smiled and said, "Since Lord Wuyai has accepted Xia Fengguang as his disciple, then Xia Fengguang will also be a disciple of our Wuwang Heaven from now on."
"My good disciple." Wuya looked down at the scenery beside him and reminded him with a smile, "What are you still standing there for? Quickly call me master."
"Master..." Feng Guang called out reluctantly, unaware of how many people envied, resented, and hated her because of that one word.
Wuya said that hearing "Master" made him feel very comfortable. He then took Fengguang's hand again, and in less than a blink of an eye, they returned to Sunset Peak.
Wuya has always been elusive, more unrestrained than the wind. His mere appearance at the apprenticeship ceremony was already a favor to Daoist Yunji. It was impossible for him to stay from beginning to end.
It was a foregone conclusion that Feng Guang would become Wu Ya's disciple, but Wu Ya would never understand Feng Guang's sorrow.
That day, while Wuya was busy in the kitchen, Fengguang was sitting on the steps by the door, lost in thought, when a slender figure suddenly came into her view.
Qianxi... she should be called Qianxi now. She smiled and asked, "Is Wuyai-jun here?"
Her ever-present smile was sure to win people's favor, but Feng Guang's presence was enough to make her scalp tingle. She hadn't forgotten that this man was the ruthless male lead, and even if she told others that he was actually the Demon Emperor, no one would believe her.
Feng Guang was completely bewildered. She stood up and shouted, "Master!"
In an instant, a voice appeared beside her, "What's wrong?"
"This person will bully me in the future!"
Wuya looked at Qianxi, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and said with a light laugh, "Then I'll help you beat him up."
This statement, even without asking why, is enough to make one's heart flutter, if one could ignore the spatula he was holding in his right hand...
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