As the Azure Feather Sword was drawn, Feng Su's brow twitched.
"It's still a bit lacking!"
Yu Yan pointed her sword at the boy's chest, but he dodged to the side as he regained his senses.
Soon, the master and apprentice became entangled.
Whenever Feng Su hesitated before Yu Yan, she would forcefully lead him to make a move.
Swish swish——
Time passed, and peach petals covered the ground.
It was even thicker than the pink carpet when Pei Yan was there that day.
Feng Su knelt on one knee on the ground, fine beads of sweat hanging from the tip of his nose.
The Yu Liu sword was inserted into the crevice of the rock.
The boy looked up at Yu Yan, gave a weak smile, and his voice was hoarse with fatigue.
"I have learned a lot from you, my disciple."
Yu Yan casually placed Qing Yu on the jade table.
The woman sat down, in the same position and posture as before, and said...
"Let's do it again."
Feng Su stood up, leaning on his sword. The young man's eyes had lost some of their warmth, and his gaze remained half-lowered.
Feng Su: "Yes, Master."
An unprecedentedly sharp sword aura grazed past Yu Yan's ear, and three long strands of hair fell down.
Feng Su's pupils contracted, and he abruptly loosened his grip on the sword.
With a thud, the Yu Liu Sword fell to the ground.
Qingyu suddenly moved.
A cyan light flashed and arrived in front of Feng Su in the blink of an eye.
With a soft "plop," it pierced through his robes.
"Qingyu!"
Yu Yan pushed away Qing Yu, who was turning back as if to stab someone again, with a single palm strike. Her peach blossom eyes turned icy cold.
Feng Su turned his head to look at his scraped shoulder.
While Yu Yan was not paying attention to his expression, she slowly curled her lips into a smile.
Yu Yan had no interest in his expression; she put away the Azure Cloud Feather Sword and focused on his injury.
Even after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, the woman still didn't relax her furrowed brows.
Bright red blood seeped through the white fabric, making Yu Yan feel both guilty and heartbroken.
Qingyu was her natal sword, and it had developed some intelligence.
She figured Qingyu probably thought she was in danger, which is why he drew his sword without permission.
Little did they know that the danger was not what it seemed; it was all at her behest.
"Feel sorry."
Yu Yan reached out and placed her hand on Feng Su's shoulder, her gentle wood-elemental spiritual energy enveloping Feng Su's wound.
A cool, comforting sensation traveled from his shoulder to the tip of his heart; Feng Su knew this would happen.
He never thought that getting injured was a bad thing, especially getting injured in front of his master.
Feng Su glanced at the pale green spiritual energy in the woman's palm.
A desire to explore arose within me.
Is there anything that Master can't do?
Suddenly, Feng Su felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if pricked by needles, and the scene before him began to blur.
The scene sealed deep in my memory seems to be about to reappear.
Feng Su frantically tried to grab Yu Yan.
He grabbed the other person's slender wrist through the sleeve, and Feng Su could no longer resist the painful impact on his mind. He closed his eyes and fainted.
Before he lost consciousness, he thought, "This time, I'm finally not alone."
...
Yu Yan watched as she was led through the familiar spatial tunnel once more.
She sat cross-legged, supporting Feng Su as he leaned against her shoulder.
The woman's smile grew even more radiant, and the fierceness in her peach blossom eyes almost solidified into a tangible form.
She is not incapable of interrupting the transmission through the space tunnel.
However, she was very curious: who was so bold as to snatch someone from her territory?
Yu Yan wrapped her right arm around the boy's neck and held his head.
My heart was filled with wave after wave of pity.
If she weren't here today, with Feng Su's own spiritual energy protecting him, he would only be covered in injuries in this spatial tunnel!
Yu Yan glanced sideways at the boy wearing the white jade mask.
She couldn't help but think of the wounds on Tuanzi's body and face when she first met Feng Su—wounds that were terrifying at first glance.
A certain answer seemed to gradually become clear in my heart.
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