Chapter 437 His superior appearance doesn't seem like something a celestial being could produce.



Chapter 435 His superior appearance doesn't seem like something a celestial being could produce.

Before she could think any further, the person who had just left turned back and threw her a mask.

Li Zhan said coldly, "Tell your little sword spirit to wear it when you go out in the future, so that no one can recognize it."

Without waiting for Yu Yan's response, the man in white turned and left.

This time, he's really gone.

Yu Yan touched the mask; it seemed to still carry the warmth of the other person's hand.

Yu Yan: "You heard everything?"

Li Zhan: "Hmph, he's just carrying too much baggage and afraid of being recognized by acquaintances. I don't mind at all."

Hahahaha, hahahahaha.

Hearing Li Zhan's unrestrained laughter.

Yu Yan's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile, followed by a silent laugh.

...

As soon as Li Zhan stepped out, he bumped into Feng Su.

He hadn't paid attention the day before because he was preoccupied with the Tower of Babel, but now that he looked closely, the person in front of him seemed excessively superior.

Their superiority seems beyond what one could expect from someone nurtured by the celestial energy of the immortal realm.

Li Zhan glanced back. The door was still open, and from his angle, he could see into the room where the person was wiping a sword.

The man's mind raced, and for the first time, he asked, almost as if he were meddling in someone else's business.

"You're not from the Immortal Realm?"

Feng Su watched as the other person came out of his master's room. He later learned everything that had happened in the mortal realm.

He and the current Azure Feather Sword Spirit, Li Zhan, must have an inseparable relationship.

"How is it?" Feng Su replied to him.

How could the other party not know that they came from the cultivation world? The Azure Feather Sword Spirit is probably his clone.

Li Zhan was also taken aback when he asked the question.

Yes, back then his clone went to the world of cultivation.

These people must also be from the cultivation world.

But what he meant was clearly asking if they came from a higher place.

Li Zhan thought he was truly obsessed.

The man shook his head. "It's nothing, I'm leaving."

Feng Su glanced at Li Zhan's back.

Without much thought, I stepped into Yu Yan's room.

...

Yu Yan had just finished putting away the green feather and the mask when she saw Feng Su. She smiled.

"Feng Su, you've come at the right time."

Feng Su walked up to Yu Yan, and the sound of the door closing came from behind him, which was naturally Yu Yan's doing.

The woman took out a pot of wine and gestured to the spot next to her.

"Come sit down and have a drink with your teacher."

As Feng Su sat down, his gaze almost imperceptibly swept across the tightly closed door, causing the room's protective barrier to rise.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

Yu Yan's voice interrupted his thoughts. Feng Su turned his head to look at him, no longer in the mood to think about anything else.

He took the wine glass that Yu Yan had filled for him.

Upon catching a whiff of the strong aroma of alcohol in the air, Feng Su tightened his grip on his wine glass. He said helplessly...

"Master, didn't you say you wouldn't drink this kind of wine anymore? You'll get drunk."

"I believe in you."

Yu Yan poured herself a drink and said softly.

I believe in you.

Feng Su's fingertips trembled, as if fireworks exploded in his mind, his heart swelled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

At this moment, Yu Yan glanced at him, taking in his reaction, and then lowered her gaze.

The woman lightly tapped the rim of her wine glass twice with her fingertips, her peach blossom eyes revealing a complex and unreadable emotion.

...

When Yu Yan drinks, she never makes a conscious effort to reduce the effects of the alcohol.

Feng Su was well aware of this.

The master and apprentice drank together for half an afternoon.

Feng Su propped his forehead with his hand, his slightly drunken gaze landing unabashedly on the face of the woman who had already passed out.

Yu Yan rested her chin on her hand, her eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and her cheeks were flushed.

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