It's like a celestial being descending from the clouds to the mortal realm.
Ning Yao was reluctant to disturb them, so she just watched from a short distance away.
Shen Ci'an felt a burning gaze lingering on him for a long time.
A thought struck him, and he couldn't wait to turn his head to look.
Once you see it, you can't bear to look away.
When Ning Yao saw that he had noticed her, she raised the corners of her mouth and stepped forward lightly.
"The sect selection process is too busy for me to entertain you. I asked Zhilan to invite the Prince and Aunt Nanxi over, but they declined, citing that it would disturb the sect selection."
"I had some free time today, so I came over."
“Aunt Nancy said you’re studying the things I gave Shen Ce. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly.”
The girl's voice was melodious and pleasant. A simple hairpin held up her long, dark hair. She wore only a red dress and no cloak, making her look somewhat frail.
Shen Ci'an pursed her lips and replied, "There are a few things I don't quite understand. I was planning to ask you when you weren't busy, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself today."
"You're wearing thin clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
As he spoke, Shen Ci'an took off his cloak and draped it over Ning Yao.
Ning Yao was stunned for a moment; she didn't feel cold at all.
Those who cultivate immortality possess spiritual energy within their bodies, which can resist cold and heat.
Not to mention she possesses the Thousand Illusions Secret Realm.
In the past, Ning Yao would definitely have refused, saying that she was a cultivator and not cold.
But this time she didn't do that, and didn't even have the thought of refusing.
At the same time, Ning Yao also realized something.
Shen Ci'an is now just a mortal.
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