He used to be a wanderer with no home; will this be his home?
A hint of self-mockery flashed across the boy's half-closed eyes.
She couldn't have taken him as her apprentice for no reason.
Like those other people, they probably only valued his physical condition.
It was as if they had finally found the answer.
Ji Wuye's previously complicated emotions became clear.
He watched Yu Yan's retreating figure, and if that day ever came, he would not yield.
The woman suddenly turned around, and before he knew it, Ji Wuye looked into her beautiful eyes.
The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously called out, "Master."
Yu Yan's eyes slanted upwards, and the shimmering light she exuded made Ji Wuye doubt his judgment time and time again.
"Go and choose a room, Feng Su, come in with me."
Ji Wuye breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
Feng Su's eyes lit up, and he replied, "Yes."
Yanhui Hall
Yu Yan leaned lazily against the couch as usual.
Her gaze fell directly on Feng Su, making him even more confused and uneasy.
"Master." Feng Su spoke first, breaking the silence.
Yu Yan didn't speak; she tapped her fingers lightly on the table.
As planned, Su Ruoruo became the disciple of her senior brother...
But she took Ji Wuye as her disciple.
For some unknown reason, the woman suddenly broke into a contented smile, and Feng Su stared at her in a daze.
Especially when she smiles, the star mark between her eyebrows is dazzling and captivating.
Feng Su twitched his fingertips slightly and clenched his fist; he even felt an urge to touch it.
"Feng Su, I have a task for you."
Yu Yan's words brought him back to his senses.
Feng Su immediately stepped forward and got closer.
“Wu Ye has three spiritual roots, so his talent is relatively weaker than yours. When you have time, you and Li Ze should take care of him more.”
Yu Yan thought no one was more clever than her.
With the light of righteousness guiding him, Ji Wuye had absolutely no reason to fall into demonic possession again.
Feng Su's heart sank slightly. Was this what his master wanted to tell him?
With three spiritual roots, why did his master accept him as a disciple?
She even called him Wuye so affectionately.
Feng Su dared not ask.
“Disciple obeys,” Feng Su said in a deep voice.
It's good that her master asked him for help, so that she won't keep focusing on Ji Wuye.
As if suddenly realizing something, Feng Su's lips curled up slightly.
Yu Yan watched the boy's ever-changing expression with amusement, her gaze pausing when it landed on his silver mask.
Just then, the communication stone in the storage ring lit up.
Yu Yan didn't try to hide it from Feng Su and took it out directly.
"Yu Yan, I need to talk to you."
The male voice in the communication stone was indifferent, and Feng Su's brow twitched.
He stared blankly at the communication stone, lost in thought.
Lou Qinghan.
Yu Yan knew without even thinking what he wanted to see her for.
She raised an eyebrow slightly and replied with a single sentence.
"I'm busy these next couple of days. I'll text you when I'm free."
Feng Su loosened his grip slightly and asked, "Master, why haven't I seen Xiao Yan?"
Yu Yan looked away from the communication stone and touched her forehead after hearing Feng Su's words.
The boy thought she wasn't feeling well, and reached out his hand before she could say anything.
"Master, is your head throbbing? Your disciple can rub it for you."
He is now exactly the same height as Yu Yan, who is sitting down.
You can reach out and touch the woman's forehead.
Feng Su's eyes held a barely perceptible smile. Four years ago, he could only look up at her, but now he could look at her at eye level.
Even if the master is sitting down.
When those hands touched her, Yu Yan's body stiffened, and a cold glint flashed in her peach blossom eyes reflexively.
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