Yun Lian lay there for a while and actually fell asleep.
Jiang Zeqi has a soft mouth and a pleasant lime scent.
The soft hand slipped limply from my eyes, and my brow bone still seemed to retain its warmth.
As Jiang Zeqi listened to Yun Lian's gradually lengthening breaths, he tentatively placed his hand on her waist.
For the first time, he openly and carefully examined Yun Lian's face.
When their master saved the two brothers, they were just teenagers.
They are now in the prime of their lives.
They never inquired about each other's origins; they simply huddled together for warmth.
At this moment, however, he desperately wanted to know more and more about his master.
They wanted to know what kind of deep-seated hatred could drive someone to such extremes as to destroy their master's spiritual veins.
A sleepless night.
When Yun Lian opened her eyes, Jiang Zeqi was still doing the same thing as last night.
The only difference was that there was an extra large hand on the waist, placed there properly.
It was as if they were protecting each other.
Jiang Zeqi hadn't slept all night, and his energy was even better than Yun Lian's.
"Good morning, Master."
"Good morning. Where's Wen Jing? He should be returning to his sect with the Misty Sect today."
"The Misty Sect is returning to its original sect today. If we set off now, we can make it in time."
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Jiang Wenjing stood on the outermost edge, dressed in the emerald white disciple robes of the Misty Sect.
The moment he saw Yun Lian, his eyes were filled with such joy that they almost overflowed.
"Master."
Yun Lian stepped forward, just like countless parents who urge their children to travel far away, and soothed his restless heart.
"Wen Jing, health is the foundation of everything; you must prioritize your own well-being."
If my life is in danger, you may summon me at any time.
Jiang Wenjing touched the strangely shaped metal plate on his wrist. Yun Lian had hidden a teleportation talisman inside, which could reach Jiang Wenjing's side within 10 breaths.
Jiang Wenjing gently embraced Yun Lian.
Ice cube's face was filled with tenderness.
“Master, even though I’m not here, you should still go out more often and not get too absorbed in cultivation. If you’re really bored, you can send a message to your disciple, and your disciple will come and keep you company.”
Elder Liu inadvertently noticed a woman beside Jiang Wenjing wearing a long black dress with lotus flowers embroidered in gold thread at the hem, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.
He seems familiar.
But even he couldn't see through her cultivation level.
The appearance of two top-tier spiritual root geniuses in this small town, both of whom were at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, made him dare not underestimate them. He could only nod and greet Yun Lian from afar.
He would never believe that someone with such cultivation could achieve this level of skill without guidance.
Seeing that the group had finished their conversation, they called Jiang Wenjing back.
He was genuinely afraid of this kid.
Although his skills are still immature, he really beats people to death.
The sword's sharp wind made him feel threatened, even though it was just a wooden sword.
No wonder he was born with a sword-wielding physique.
Jiang Wenjing and his group boarded the flying boat and quickly disappeared.
Jiang Zeqi stared longingly at his master.
The moment Master sees that icy face, his attention is drawn to him.
Yun Lian's sleeve was tugged, and she saw Jiang Zeqi's aggrieved face.
"Master, can't I stay a few more days?"
Seeing that Qingxuan Sect was also preparing to set sail, Yun Lian took Jiang Zeqi's hand and walked towards Qingxuan Sect.
“Now that you are returning to the sect with Qingxuan Sect, I will accompany you all the way, but I will not see you off alone, as that would be unfair to Wen Jing.”
This is a dog-eat-dog world; there is no such thing as fairness.
To achieve absolute fairness, one must possess formidable strength.
Jiang Zeqi suppressed his thoughts, and when he heard that Yun Lian would accompany him, his steps became much lighter.
"Thank you, Master. I will go find the elder right away."
Since Yun Lian was also a cultivator, and Jiang Zeqi had excellent aptitude, the elders dared not offend Yun Lian, so they arranged for Yun Lian to travel with them.
Yun Lian lived next door to Jiang Zeqi.
The airship broke through the clouds and then stopped ascending.
It felt as if you could easily touch the clouds by bending down and reaching out.
The flying boat was encased in a protective shield, and even at high altitude, the newly initiated disciples without any cultivation did not feel the biting cold wind.
Yun Lian lay prone on the flying boat.
This was the first time she had ever been so close to the sky.
Back in the Cloud Kingdom, I never imagined I could fly so high one day.
If it weren't for that accident, she felt her life would never have been as exciting as it had been in several lifetimes.
I can't believe that in Yun Kingdom, where women farm and men weave, and men need protection, men can be so powerful in other countries.
In just three trips, she experienced more exciting things than she had ever done before.
During this year, Yun Lian's space was filled with a lot of things, the most numerous of which were the various kinds of pills she had collected.
Among them, the most common is the fertility pill.
When the topic of pills came up, Yun Lian remembered that in her first world, the newbie gift pack the system gave her contained many strange and unusual pills.
As Jiang Zeqi stepped out, the first thing he saw was his master in a red robe leaning against the flying boat, the thin gauze fluttering in the still wind, even a single strand of hair was breathtakingly beautiful.
The disciples of the Qingxuan Sect wear clothes with yellow as the main color and red belts around their waists.
From a distance, it looks like a lump of tomato and egg.
Yun Lian covered her mouth and laughed out loud.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, glistening like a delicate, dewy rose.
The branches trembled wildly.
Jiang Zeqi felt a pang of regret when he saw his master staring at his sect robes and laughing.
If he had known that the Qingxuan Sect's robes were so ugly, he would have preferred to go to the Piaomiao Sect.
He has fair skin, and looks fine up close.
Some people with dark skin looked like they were wearing seaweed and egg drop soup when dressed in traditional clothing, which made them appear even darker.
Jiang Zeqi had no choice but to step forward and support himself next to Yun Lian.
"Master, laugh if you want to, don't hold it in."
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