Feng Su murmured in a panic.
"Master..."
I knew it was her—
Ji Wuye's voice came abruptly, and he stared blankly at the white figure that had suddenly appeared above his head.
Yu Yan made a hand seal.
The moment the protective shield fell, the scorching heat was kept outside by the surrounding area.
Feng Su's eyelashes trembled, and she looked suddenly enlightened.
Seemingly having exhausted all his strength, the Yu Liu Sword slipped from his grasp as he released it.
The protective shield held up the two of them.
Ji Wuye caught Feng Su in time.
"Master," the boy called out.
He had already concealed his astonishment and was now incredibly obedient and smug.
Yu Yan thought he was frightened.
"It's alright now."
The woman looked at Feng Su, who had kept his head down ever since she appeared.
"Feng Su, what's wrong?"
Feng Su shook his head: "Disciple is fine."
Even though Yu Yan had repeatedly emphasized that she didn't care about appearances, he was afraid to face her for a moment without the mask on.
Seeing the boy's exposed profile, Yu Yan roughly understood the reason.
She neither exposed it nor forced anyone.
Ji Wuye had been observing the two of them.
He caught a glimpse of guilt in Yu Yan's eyes out of the corner of his eye, and his anger flared up.
It turns out that my senior brother's injury was really related to her!
Ji Wuye quietly supported Feng Su, his complex emotions rising and falling in waves.
Last time he thought she wouldn't save him, but she did.
He thought she wouldn't make it in time, but she still came.
She... perhaps she really did consider him her apprentice.
We've finally returned to the ground.
Feng Su put the mask back on.
He followed closely beside Yu Yan, still feeling lingering fear.
"It really is you!"
Yan Ning stared at Ji Wuye with wide eyes and delight.
She recognized his presence in the forest, which is why she brought Yan Yan over.
Ji Wuye looked at Yan Ning, his calm eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Yanyan, it's him! He's the little boy I told you about!"
Yu Yan's expression was somewhat subtle.
She hadn't forgotten that she had just said she wanted to take him as her apprentice.
Ji Wuye took a step back and stood beside Yu Yan.
"Ji Wuye, is that right? Come with me and become my apprentice, Yan Ning!"
The woman in red had bright, sparkling eyes as she looked at Ji Wuye with anticipation.
"Master..."
Yan Ning: "Oh, my good disciple—"
Yan Ning stared incredulously at Ji Wuye's hand holding Yu Yan's sleeve, pointing at the two of them without reacting for a long time.
Yu Yan burst out laughing.
"Ningning, it doesn't seem like a very coincidental thing."
Yan Ning covered her forehead in frustration, gritting her teeth.
"Lou Qinghan!!!"
Achoo—
Demon Palace
The man in black sat at the head of the table, leaning against the couch, his handsome face filled with sorrow.
He pinched his itchy nose.
Upon further reflection, he realized he had indeed made a mistake.
But if given another chance, he would still do the same thing.
How can she take on apprentices?
He never had the chance to get that close to her.
Female disciples are one thing, but male disciples are something else entirely!
——
"So, he's the one who sent Wuye to the Cangmiao Sect?"
Yu Yan glanced at the boy who was nestled obediently against the tree trunk.
Her voice wasn't loud, and she didn't try to conceal her conversation with Yan Ning.
Even though Feng Su and Ji Wuye were some distance away from the two of them.
The word "Wuye" still clearly reached Feng Su's ears.
His hands gripped the tree trunk so tightly that his fingertips dug into the wood.
He glanced sideways at the boy who was standing right in front of him.
They were both her disciples, so why did her master address him so affectionately?
He also wanted to...
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