Ji Wuye's gaze lingered for a moment.
He escaped from the city lord's mansion while Qian Fangfang was out.
They encountered the woman in red on the way.
The look in his eyes when she saw him was even more terrifying than Qian Fangfang's.
He watched as his master and the woman in red chatted and laughed.
Ji Wuye's face was tense.
He didn't want to be her disciple; he was already his master's disciple.
"Yanyan, he's a promising candidate for demon cultivation!"
Yan Ning began to transmit her voice to Yu Yan, her eyes shining terrifyingly as she looked at Yu Yan.
Upon hearing the word "cultivating demonic arts," Yu Yan couldn't help but feel a tightness in her chest.
Then he remembered that what Yan Ning meant by cultivating demonic arts was actually practicing her techniques.
"You can go and talk to him. If he's willing to go with you, I won't stop him."
Yu Yan thought for a moment and then said.
She took Ji Wuye in precisely to prevent him from becoming a killer.
As for whether to cultivate immortality or demonic cultivation, since he has the opportunity to choose, it depends on his own decision.
Feng Su saw Yan Ning suddenly smiling like a flower as she walked towards the two of them.
A scene from five years ago suddenly flashed through my mind.
He glanced at Ji Wuye, then quickly ran to Yu Yan's side.
Sure enough, Yan Ning continued walking towards the big tree.
Feng Su breathed a sigh of relief.
Instead, there was a well-concealed schadenfreude in his eyes.
Yu Yan seemed to have noticed something, and she gently patted Feng Su's head.
The boy looked up in confusion, and what came into view was the woman's exquisite profile.
Feng Su scratched the back of his head, then focused his attention back on Ji Wuye and Yan Ning.
He had heard the conversation between his master and his master.
Master Yan wanted to take Junior Brother Ji as his disciple.
The thought that his master hadn't stopped him filled Feng Su with immense joy.
Yan Ning was now standing in front of Ji Wuye.
"Ji Wuye".
"Uncle Yan." The young man looked up, his expression pure and innocent.
Yan Ning's face immediately turned pale.
She turned and looked at Yu Yan with a resentful expression, while the other girl innocently shrugged.
"Master Uncle? You think I'm older than your master?"
Just from the way he addressed her, Yan Ning knew he had no intention of becoming her apprentice.
While feeling regret, a malicious intent arose from the boy's clean-cut appearance.
She didn't care whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Ji Wuye's face stiffened, and he involuntarily looked at Yu Yan in accordance with her words.
The boy remained silent.
Yan Ning held her breath, unsure how to vent it.
She knew it; Yan Yan and her apprentice only knew how to bully her!
"You really won't come with me? You should know that you have three spiritual roots. If you cultivate demonic arts, your path ahead will be much smoother!"
Yan Ning narrowed her eyes and began to coax her gently.
"So what if you have three spiritual roots?"
Ji Wuye's expression instantly hardened, his eyes filled with displeasure at being provoked.
Not far away, Yu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.
This was the first time she had ever seen such an expression on his face.
Yan Ning thought to herself, "Good lad, he has guts."
"Having three spiritual roots isn't all that great. There are clearly better options. If you become my disciple, Yan Ning, I can guarantee that within five years—"
Yan Ning slowly pointed her finger at Feng Su.
“You can surpass him.”
Feng Su's brow twitched, and he slowly moved to stand behind Yu Yan.
The woman's slender figure could not completely conceal him.
Surpass him?
Ji Wuye's eyes flickered slightly; he wanted to surpass him.
"Are you serious?"
The boy seemed to have been persuaded and asked a question in return.
Yan Ning smiled and nodded: "I never lie."
Her gaze fell on Ji Wuye's face, and under her expectant gaze, the boy slowly smiled.
"Thank you for your encouragement, Senior Uncle. I will work hard!"
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