Yu Yan silently repeated "she is my master" a few times in her heart.
She is the master, she has no reason to feel guilty.
Yes, that's it.
After figuring it out, Yu Yan became even more composed.
Inside the room
With a thud, the mask fell to the ground and was split in two by the purple lightning.
A look of panic crossed Feng Su's face.
He immediately bent down to pick it up and held the broken silver mask protectively in his arms.
The young man had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and his narrow phoenix eyes held a hint of bitterness.
Several crisscrossing scars run across the bridge of his nose, but instead of diminishing his good looks, they add a touch of brokenness to his otherwise ethereal and handsome face.
While Feng Su was distracted, he was struck on the back by lightning.
The white robes of the disciple were torn open, and purple lightning spread to his exposed back, causing the boy to wince in pain.
At the same time, Yu Yan noticed something unusual in the room, and the cup in her hand trembled.
The fluctuation in his aura lasted only a moment, and Feng Su quickly adjusted his breathing.
The Golden Core Tribulation and the Foundation Establishment Tribulation are clearly not on the same level.
Fortunately, the boy had a solid foundation, so even if he was distracted for a while, it wouldn't be a big problem.
Yu Yan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He remained standing and never sat down again.
The Golden Core Tribulation lasted for half a day.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the trees and people in front of the palace, casting long, pinkish shadows.
With the tribulation over, the protective barrier around Feng Su's room had already been destroyed.
Almost the instant he succeeded in advancing, the boy immediately ran out.
He sensed his master's presence; his master was waiting for him outside!
Without the mask covering her face, this was the first time in many years that Yu Yan had seen Feng Su's appearance.
Of course, excluding the dream I had during my seclusion in the forbidden area last time.
The boy before me seemed more immature than the mature man in my dreams.
His eyes held joy, excitement, intimacy, and dependence.
Yu Yan can only look up slightly to meet Feng Su's gaze.
Sensing the boy's undisguised closeness to her, perhaps because she had been deeply moved by his address of "Master" in her dream, Yu Yan seemed... less averse to his closeness than she had initially thought.
He genuinely treated her as family from beginning to end.
She shouldn't... reject and distance herself.
She reached out and patted his shoulder, then said with satisfaction, "Not bad."
The next moment, the boy rushed up to him.
Feng Su had no idea what had happened during his seclusion, or what his master had figured out.
Upon seeing her again, Feng Su felt as if he had a chance to get closer to his master.
He desperately wanted to hug his master.
The moment he embraced the woman, the fresh scent of peach blossoms emanating from her body after her bath filled his nostrils, and Feng Su froze.
Yu Yan stood still, silently counting the time in her mind.
After a while, she pushed him away!
Before Yu Yan could break free, the young man released her grip first.
Yu Yan raised an eyebrow; things seemed somewhat unexpected.
Feng Su's heart was pounding. He thought it was probably because he hadn't seen his master for too long.
Just one hug threw his thoughts into disarray.
He couldn't distinguish his current feelings; they seemed like satisfaction and joy, but were mixed with unease, tension, and an indescribable emptiness.
The boy clenched his fists, a smile playing on his lips, and finally called out to Yu Yan in a hoarse voice.
"Master."
Yu Yan glanced at him.
As Feng Su was being looked at, he couldn't help but think of the scars on her face that were no longer hidden by the mask.
He pursed his thin lips slightly, but did not avoid Yu Yan's gaze.
He has always looked like this, at least until he reaches the Nascent Soul stage.
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