If someone draws a sword against their master's friend, will the master be angry?
Will he be punished for this?
For some reason, the boy, who had always respected his teachers and followed the rules, suddenly felt a rebellious emotion.
But he quickly suppressed it.
Feng Su was startled by the sudden change in his thoughts.
As if to cover it up, he avoided looking at Pei Yan.
Pei Yan looked at him with amusement.
"You're injured."
The implication is that it would be better to put down the sword.
Feng Su's expression grew even more unpleasant, but the mask concealed his face, preventing others from seeing his true appearance.
He gave a soft hum and sheathed his sword.
The young man's white robes accentuated his tall and elegant figure, with the pink embroidery on his collar and cuffs exuding nobility. His jaw was clenched, and he had one hand behind his back, showing no intention of being outdone by Pei Yan.
Unfortunately, he is slightly shorter than an adult male.
Having his momentum suppressed for no reason, Feng Su was displeased.
Yan Huifeng is his home.
Feng Su had long regarded Yan Hui Peak as his own territory, but he forgot that his master was the true master.
The boy lowered his eyes and glanced at the Fuxi Qin that had been played by the other party earlier.
The Master's friends are those who share the same ideals and beliefs.
How could he not know that his master liked to listen to music...?
In Feng Su's understanding, Yu Yan is a sword cultivator. If she becomes friends with someone who is also a music cultivator, then she must like music.
The boy's mind was racing, his long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his half-closed eyes made it impossible to see his expression.
Pei Yan noticed that he was staring at his zither without moving.
A sense of curiosity welled up within me; could it be...?
Before he could speculate further, Feng Su had already politely bowed to him.
"Since you are a good friend of Master, why don't you move to Yan Hui Palace so that I can entertain you properly? I apologize for any offense I may have caused earlier."
The boy apologized politely.
Pei Yan had no intention of arguing with a child.
Upon hearing this, the man in purple put away the Fuxi Qin and then gestured for him to proceed.
Before leaving, Feng Su glanced back at the peach petals scattered on the ground.
He gripped his sleeve tightly, knowing that his master would be delighted to see such abundant peach blossoms.
He should thank his seniors, but instead he feels very upset.
Feng Su did not ask Pei Yan why his master was not there.
He wants to ask for himself rather than go through others.
From afar, I saw my senior brother enter the main hall with a figure in purple.
Ji Wuye's gaze was deep and unfathomable.
We promised to give him the sword when he came out.
Now look what's happened, they've all vanished without a trace.
The young man stood by the window, a gentle breeze ruffling his clothes, and occasionally two or three pink petals fell onto the window frame.
Who is that person following the eldest brother?
Ji Wuye walked to the bedside and lay down on his side.
The young man crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head.
He casually ripped off the hairpin that was in the way.
His long, dark hair spread out, as if reflecting the murderous aura he could no longer suppress.
He doesn't contact her.
He waited for her to come to him.
He assumed for the time being that she was still searching for his sword.
She is my master, a renowned venerable master of a sect, and she cannot break her promise.
Ji Wuye closed his eyes, forcibly obscuring the rolling flames, his clear and handsome face making one want to add other colors to it.
One day later
The lightning tribulation dissipated, and colorful rays of light shone down.
Yu Yan stared intently at the golden core, which was covered in cracks.
She moved closer, somewhat expectantly.
I wanted to get a closer look at this phoenix that was about to hatch.
However, a few faint sounds rose and fell, and the crack that slowly extended to the top of the egg came to an abrupt end.
Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, then frowned and lifted the golden egg.
"Little Flame?" the woman called out tentatively.
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