“Master…” Zhu Yao could only silently seek help from Yu Yan beside her. Just what the hell was happening? Wasn’t she her junior-martial sister? How did she become her disciple?
Yu Yan gave a calm look, as though he had nothing to do with it. “I have already handed you the person herself. You shall handle the arrangements for her yourself, however, she’s still not allowed into the mountain for a month.”
Just what was he going on about? Zhu Yao gave an inexplicable expression. “Just who is she? I don’t even know anything about this?”
Yu Yan gave her a contemptful glare. Earlier, didn’t you say you knew?
“…” Alright, I was courting death. Master, please tell me.