The commotion caught Yu Yan's attention.
She glanced sideways at the man who was adjusting his robes.
"Is the medicine applied?"
Why should I wear clothes if I haven't applied the medicine yet?
Yu Yan knew Feng Su wouldn't listen. This time, she was the one keeping an eye on him. If she weren't there, he would probably be even more outrageous.
Feng Su paused in tying his belt, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice,
"You can't wipe the back."
Yu Yan withdrew her hand, and a butterfly flew eastward along her fingertip.
"Mu Ran, come with me, I'll be there in a bit."
The little green dragon wagged its tail and instantly chased after the butterfly.
Feng Su glanced at Qinglong, then strode toward Yu Yan.
As they got closer, the lingering moisture from his body washed over Yu Yan.
The woman looked up at him with a half-smile.
All his words crumbled under Yu Yan's all-knowing gaze.
Feng Su lowered his eyes, his lips seemed to be filled with something, and his voice carried an inexplicable tenderness as he spoke. He asked,
"Master, can you help me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his heart start pounding uncontrollably again.
“No.” Yu Yan replied directly.
After speaking, the woman returned to the tree.
"Get it done quickly, within fifteen minutes."
Yu Yan left only one sentence.
Feng Su opened his palm.
The outcome was as expected, but he refused to believe it and insisted on gambling on a possibility.
"knew……"
Feng Su said with a hint of disappointment. From an angle that Yu Yan couldn't see, the man's face remained as gentle as ever.
To Yu Yan, this person was unhappy because of her rejection.
So what? He has hands and feet; she won't help him.
Even pleading won't work.
Yu Yan closed her eyes, but couldn't help but recall Li Zhan's words.
Expel Feng Su from the sect?
She knew Li Zhan wouldn't say that without a reason, but deep down she was extremely unwilling.
Yu Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She had raised him for so many years, and now she was being asked to kick him out. She felt so cheated.
Feng Su never disobeyed Yu Yan's words. With his slender fingers, he opened her clothes and the man who had originally said he wouldn't wipe the wound on her back was now applying medicine in the blink of an eye.
He glanced back at Yu Yan and saw her quietly closing her eyes, a sense of sadness settling over him.
Without making a sound, Feng Su put on his robes and walked toward the ancient tree.
"Master, I'm all better now."
He looked up at the treetops; from this angle, he could only catch a glimpse of Yu Yan's clothes.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hem of his garment twitched.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Yan was already standing in front of Feng Su.
She looked Feng Su up and down, then summoned the Azure Feather Sword.
"Keep up."
Feng Su's gaze swept over Qing Yu.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the moment Qingyu appeared, he seemed to sense a hint of resentment from it.
It was resentment directed at him.
Feng Su was momentarily dazed, but seeing that his master had already mounted his sword, he quickly followed.
On the other side
The man in the blue robe had two small horns on his head.
Shui Muran's eyes were dark and she stared at the large rock in front of her, her anger palpable.
The man's presence vanished here, and the master's tracking butterfly remained motionless on the large rock.
He examined it for a long time, but there was no mechanism on the stone.
This is the mountaintop, and there's nothing here except this bare rock.
Shui Muran angrily punched the stone, and with a crack, a long crack appeared on the stone.
Yu Yan's voice came from behind, and the man's expression immediately turned aggrieved.
Yu Yan asked, "How is it?"
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