Why don't you even look at it?
Ji Wuye gathered his clothes together.
A faint look of confusion crossed her usually clear eyes.
She was attracted to a young man with a physique like Feng Su, so why couldn't she have her own?
Ji Wuye's face was tense as he turned his head to look towards the door.
The woman left without any hesitation or lingering.
Could it be... that he really misunderstood her?
For the first time, Ji Wuye felt such a firm wavering in his self-perception.
If I hadn't misunderstood her, why would she be so indifferent to me today?
Young Ruifeng's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and a sudden emptiness filled her heart.
Yu Yan did notice that Ji Wuye's clothes were not properly arranged.
But she just assumed he hadn't tidied it up properly.
We're all cultivators, so there's no need to be too particular.
The woman lay supine on the bed in the palace.
She feels like she's just paying off a debt.
After finally paying back Ji Wuye's debt, Feng Su caught up with them again.
What kind of reward?
The second apprentice is the best; he won't cause her any trouble.
Not only will they not cause her any trouble, they will also cook delicious meals for her.
Alas, this is the uneven quality of the apprentices.
Yu Yan hooked a strand of hair in front of her chest with her finger and twirled it.
Feeling bored, Yu Yan picked up the booklet again.
She never imagined that this book, "Miscellaneous Anecdotes of the Cultivation World," would be placed in the ninth-floor library of the Cangmiao Sect.
If she hadn't used her divine sense to explore the book, not only looking at the title but also probing some of the content, she would have definitely missed it.
Missed this booklet, the only record of the bloodline of slaughter.
"The bloodline of slaughter..."
The woman muttered to herself.
A flash of blue light appeared on the bracelet on her wrist, and Shui Muran's figure slowly emerged.
Yu Yan's head remained resting on the jade pillow as she glanced indifferently at the man in blue.
"Master, were you just talking about the bloodline of slaughter?"
Shui Muran immediately pressed for an answer.
The man knelt down beside Yu Yan's bed, his eyes filled with a look of inquiry.
Yu Yan nodded, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised.
How much do you know?
She figured Shui Muran must know something.
Why didn't she think to ask him, this Azure Dragon who possesses half of the inherited memories?
Sure enough, a smile appeared on Qinglong's face.
“I know,” Shui Muran replied.
Yu Yan immediately propped her head up, resting her elbows on the edge of the bed, and then faced Shui Muran.
To be honest, the two were quite close together.
However, because they were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, they didn't notice it at first.
Yu Yan: "Tell me, does the bloodline of slaughter really exist?"
In any case, she had never heard of Fang Liuyu since she began cultivating.
Shui Muran's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke rather cautiously.
"Master, could you grant me one request?"
Yu Yan frowned, wondering what kind of thought process he was having.
Make a deal with her?
Yu Yan was in a bad mood, and then sat up straight.
It was still that same unrestrained and captivating face, but when she looked at Shui Muran, it suddenly seemed a bit colder.
"Shui Muran, I think there's something you might not have realized yet."
The man in blue remained kneeling on the ground, a hint of confusion in his gentle eyes.
"Please speak, Master."
Yu Yan knew from his expression that she had been overthinking things; he didn't understand anything at all.
How did this dragon grow so big?
Oh no, how did this person grow so big?
Is the Human Emperor really going to be eaten by his brothers?
Yu Yan said slowly and deliberately, "You know to call me master. There is no transaction between us. What I gave you is a life contract, which means I am willing to trust you."
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