On the return journey of the hearse
Su Ruoruo sat opposite Feng Su.
Her gaze was fixed intently on his face, her almond-shaped eyes filled with adoration.
"Senior Brother Feng, you are really amazing. Junior Sister is the same age as you, but her cultivation level is much lower."
Feng Su kept his eyes down the whole time, and after she finished speaking, he moved half a meter to the left.
The window behind them was now visible.
He seemed to be doing it unintentionally, but in reality, it was very deliberate.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Su Ruoruo's face.
on deck
Ji Wuye slowly walked behind Yu Yan.
"Master." The young man looked up at Yu Yan's retreating figure.
Seeing that she didn't turn around, he said quietly,
"After you showed me the sword techniques, I think I might not be very suited to practicing swordsmanship."
"Oh? Not suitable for sword cultivation, then what is suitable?"
Yu Yan turned around, her peach blossom eyes looking at him with a cool and aloof expression.
Ji Wuye's heart skipped a beat.
His intuition told him he should immediately change his mind and do something.
But for some inexplicable reason, he remained motionless and speechless.
Yu Yan's lips curled slightly, her eyes displaying an unprecedented domineering coldness.
She grabbed Ji Wuye's chin, bent down close, and spoke each word clearly.
"If you want to cultivate demonic arts, go to the Demon Realm and find your Uncle-Master Yan. If you still want to cultivate immortality, either follow me to cultivate swordsmanship, or request to leave the peak and go to the outer sect!"
Yu Yan gripped him tightly, and the piercing pain in his bones kept Ji Wuye perfectly alert.
He stared straight at her, meeting her gaze with a stubborn expression.
The woman's cool, delicate fragrance lingered around his nose; she hadn't let go of him even after she finished speaking.
Ji Wuye murmured, "Disciple..."
"If I discover that you have strayed into evil ways, Ji Wuye, don't blame me for disregarding our master-disciple relationship!"
Yu Yan finally let go of him.
The boy had red finger marks on his chin.
He gazed at Yu Yan's clearly displeased back, and his heart felt more vibrant than ever before.
"Master, wait for me! Your disciple knows his mistake!"
Ji Wuye quickly chased after him.
Yu Yan and Ji Wuye entered the spirit boat one after the other.
The boy had a smile on his lips, if you ignored the bruise on his chin.
Feng Su's gaze fell on the red mark, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Junior brother, what happened to your chin?"
Li Ze was straightforward and outspoken; he leaned closer.
"To be honest, did you upset your master?"
Ji Wuye touched his chin, where Yu Yan's strength still seemed to linger.
He chuckled as he stroked it, "It was Junior Brother who angered Master. It won't happen again next time."
They'll do it again next time.
Ji Wuye's gaze was deep and unfathomable; it turned out that she could also get angry to the point of almost losing her composure.
Feng Su stared intently at him; ever since Ji Wuye entered, his gaze had never left Ji Wuye's chin.
Was it Master who did it?
Feng Su curled his hand on his knee. He couldn't help but wonder how close his master would have to be for him to be able to grab him.
Yan Huifeng
As soon as Yu Yan returned, she sent a message to Shen Qingyi.
"Senior brother, my junior sister is holding a disciple-acceptance ceremony tomorrow, and she will need your help then."
"good."
Shen Qingyi replied with a single word.
Yu Yan glared at the communication stone.
Just then, Feng Su entered and caught a glimpse of the woman's expression.
He immediately looked away, but the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up in a smile.
Yu Yan coughed lightly, "What is it?"
"Master, I have some questions about swordsmanship and would like to ask you for guidance."
As Feng Su spoke, he drew his Yu Liu sword.
Yu Yan propped her head up and glanced at him lightly, then chuckled.
"What, judging from your posture, do you want to have a spar with your master?"
Feng Su's eyes shone brightly as he nodded.
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