Chapter 462 Master Never Refuses
The test that day did not seem to affect Yu Yan's attitude towards Feng Su.
Compared to their close relationship when they first arrived in the Immortal Realm, Feng Su clearly noticed that Yu Yan was deliberately controlling the distance between them.
Their relationship was always closer than that of a typical master and disciple, but it remained limited to that between master and disciple.
Feng Su stroked the white jade mask in his hand, his alluring features radiating a dangerous aura.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a "Feng Su" who looked exactly like him appear beside him.
That was his clone.
Ji Wuye, who was lying on the corner of the soft couch, was shocked to see two identical Feng Su.
What exactly is his cultivation level now?!
Feng Su: "Go."
As soon as he finished speaking, his clone's eyelashes fluttered, he pushed open the window of the immortal boat, and his figure disappeared.
Ji Wuye: "You,"
"You still want to argue with me?"
Feng Su held the wine jug high, and the wine poured through the air into the wine cup, making a clear splashing sound.
The rich aroma of the wine filled the room, and Ji Wuye felt that he would be drunk even without drinking any alcohol.
What's the point of arguing?
Could it be that his master will like him just because he has high cultivation?
Ha, what a wild fantasy.
He was too lazy to answer his question, burying his head in his front paws, his body surging with celestial energy.
He needs to break through the tribulation and transform into human form as soon as possible; Feng Su has gone mad.
Feng Su glanced at the little blue beast indifferently, and chuckled.
After enjoying a quiet afternoon drink alone, Feng Su rubbed his temples, his half-open eyes clear and bright.
The man in white stood up from the soft couch, holding a sword manual in his hand. He touched the cover with a tender expression, then opened the door and walked out.
His master never refused his requests regarding cultivation.
For example, right now, Yu Yan is playing a game of chess with Zi Lan with great interest.
The immortal boat of Tianxuan Academy is so safe that Yu Yan usually leaves the door half-open when she's not cultivating.
Feng Su was not surprised to see Zi Lan when he came in.
"Master."
The man in white walked up to Yu Yan, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and said,
"I have a question to ask the teacher."
Yu Yan noticed him the moment he entered. She put down the chess piece that hadn't yet been placed on the board and looked up at Feng Su.
If she remembered correctly, this was the eighth time Feng Su had asked her for advice in the past month.
Back when they were at Yan Hui Peak, she didn't remember him seeking her advice so frequently.
No matter what Yu Yan thought, the questions the other party asked in the previous few times were not perfunctory, and some of his ideas were even excessively profound.
Yu Yan raised her hand.
Feng Su opened the sword manual and handed it to her palm.
The moment she saw the notes above, she knew that her game of chess with Zilan was over.
Fortunately, it's only the beginning, so it's not too regrettable yet.
Yu Yan looked apologetically at Zi Lan, who smiled indifferently.
Unlike the previous two times he was interrupted by Feng Su when he sought out Yu Yan, this time he remained seated, instead glancing at the sword manual with a rather intrigued look, and said...
May I listen?
Yu Yan looked down at the sword manual: "Of course."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Feng Su and, seeing that he had no other emotions, felt satisfied.
Feng Su lowered the corners of his eyes, concealing the reluctance that was temporarily imperceptible.
He stood quietly beside the soft couch, and from his angle, he could just take in Yu Yan's figure from above.
As for Zi Lan, he completely ignored her.
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