Mo Ziyan put her hands behind her back, her heart full of hesitation and uneasiness.

"What is it?"

Jiang Zhige's expression was slightly cold. At this time, Mo Ziyan should be staying in the spiritual pool to practice.

Mo Ziyan didn't notice Jiang Zhige's displeasure, and walked over quietly, and asked with a smile: "Master, Ziyan has been following you for so many years, but it seems that you have never had a confidante?"

Don't be fooled by her smiling face, she is actually very nervous inside.

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Zhige opened his eyes and looked at Mo Ziyan quietly.

Mo Ziyan became more nervous when she saw this. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't dare to, and her face turned red from holding it in.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige was about to lose his temper, Mo Ziyan finally gathered up her courage. She took her hands out from behind her back and said nervously, "Master! Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day in the mortal world. You are so talented and beautiful but no one cares about you. Ziyan, Ziyan dares to ask you..."

"absurd!!"

Before Mo Ziyan could finish her words, Jiang Zhige suddenly slapped the bouquet of peonies in her hand.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were filled with suppressed anger, and he said coldly, "Get out of here!"

Peony flowers have symbolized love between men and women since ancient times, and giving them to each other on the Chinese Valentine's Day symbolizes the engagement of love.

Jiang Zhige had known about Mo Ziyan's thoughts for a long time, and he had always pretended not to see it. However, he did not expect that Mo Ziyan would be so bold as to send peonies to him, her master, on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Jiang Zhige felt deeply disappointed when he thought about how he had painstakingly cultivated Mo Ziyan for eight years and put in so much effort for her, but Mo Ziyan's head was filled with romantic feelings.

Looking at the peony flowers that were knocked to the ground, Mo Ziyan's eyes were filled with fear and tears as big as beans kept flowing out.

At first she was afraid that Jiang Zhige would be angry, and now that Jiang Zhige was really angry, she was naturally even more afraid.

However, Mo Ziyan, who was filled with panic, did not give in for the first time and explained while crying: "Master, Ziyan is sincere to you, Ziyan."

"What do you know about love?"

Jiang Zhige interrupted him again, his expression becoming even colder.

In the eyes of a man over a hundred years old, how could a 16-year-old apprentice's expression of love be love? It was just the ignorance of a young girl, and it was just a great rebellion of the apprentice against his master.

Moreover, Mo Ziyan possesses the Heaven-Stealing Holy Body, and it is difficult for him to prolong his life before reaching the Soul-Breaking Realm. He must break through to the Soul-Breaking Realm which can prolong his life for thousands of years before his life span runs out. Otherwise, he can only live to two hundred years at most, which is undoubtedly a short life for an immortal.

Now she was only sixteen years old. Even if she had a love affair with a disciple and delayed her cultivation, Jiang Zhige would be unhappy, let alone directly expressing her love to him, her master ?

Mo Ziyan's eyes were red and she was so scared that her whole body was shaking, but she tried desperately to explain.

Mo Ziyan was only sixteen years old and was required by Jiang Zhige to stay at Baiyun Peak all day to practice. She certainly had no idea about love.

However, she understood her own feelings and knew that she truly admired Jiang Zhige, and it was not just the ignorance of a young girl, nor was she greedy for Jiang Zhige's appearance.

After eight years of living together day and night, that cold-outward-facing but warm-inward tenderness and that meticulous care had long been engraved in Mo Ziyan's heart.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhige, she would have died in the mortal world long ago, would not have had a well-fed and warm life, and would not have become an immortal that everyone looked up to.

Therefore, this master who took her in not only gave Mo Ziyan heartbeat, but also the dependence and tenderness of many years of living together.

Jiang Zhige may never know that from the moment she knew they were a man and a woman, Mo Ziyan had decided to marry Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige didn't say anything else, just sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Looking at Jiang Zhige, who was as cold as ice and no longer paid attention to her, Mo Ziyan lost all her courage.

She couldn't explain any more, so she burst into tears and ran out of Lintian Palace as if escaping.

When she first stepped into Lintian, what Mo Ziyan feared most was not that Jiang Zhige would be angry, but that Jiang Zhige would be indifferent to her feelings.

Now it seems that Jiang Zhige is not only indifferent, he does not regard her love as love at all.

After Mo Ziyan left, Jiang Zhige sat cross-legged in the hall with his eyes closed. He did not practice anymore, but he did not move either. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

Time passed little by little, the sky gradually darkened, and Jiang Zhige was still sitting cross-legged in the hall.

A slight noise was heard outside the hall. Jiang Zhige opened his eyes immediately and found that it was just a few fallen leaves.

Jiang Zhige's expression froze for a moment, then he closed his eyes and continued to sit cross-legged in the hall.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhige opened his eyes again and found that it was already night.

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly and murmured, "Did I say too much?"

According to Mo Ziyan's personality, she should have come back in the afternoon to apologize and admit her mistake.

Jiang Zhige frowned and remained silent for a long time, but finally he stood up and walked out of the hall.

In fact, he could continue to wait. It would not hurt him to wait for another day or two. Anyway, Mo Ziyan could not run away from Tianyun Pavilion.

However, not long after Mo Ziyan left, Jiang Zhige began to feel anxious and worried.

He hated this feeling because he felt he had done nothing wrong, and the other party was his apprentice.

After leaving Lintian Palace, Mo Ziyan kept crying, crying heart-wrenchingly.

She didn't know which direction she was running, she just wanted to get away from Lintian Palace, afraid to hear Jiang Zhige's cold voice again.

As the sky gradually darkened, Mo Ziyan ran to other peaks and came to a luxuriously crafted jade gate.

This mountain, this jade gate, it seemed like this was the first time she had seen it in her eight years of living in Tianyun Pavilion.

There were formation restrictions around Yumen, and Mo Ziyan found it difficult to move as soon as she ran nearby. She could only squat on the ground and cry.

Not long after, a white-haired old man walked behind Mo Ziyan and asked in confusion: "Girl, why are you here?"

Mo Ziyan is the Pavilion Master's personal disciple, and the Pavilion Master is well-known for being very protective of his protégés. Who would dare to make her cry like this?

Mo Ziyan kept crying and had no energy to answer the white-haired old man's questions.

The white-haired old man had no choice but to keep comforting Mo Ziyan and pray that Jiang Zhige would not vent his anger on him.

"Grandpa, can you take me back?"

After a long time, Mo Ziyan's crying finally slowed down, but she still sobbed.

It was getting dark, and no matter how sad she was, she had to go back, otherwise her master would definitely be even angrier.

"Go back? Otherwise, how about Grandpa take you around the Treasure Pavilion to look at the treasures and relax? If there is anything you like, you can ask the Pavilion Master to give it to you."