Inside the Pill Refining Room, Mu Ru Yue stared fixedly at Wu Yu. Her gaze gave Wu Yu goosebumps. He hastily rubbed his face as he asked, “Precious disciple, there’s no flower growing on your Master’s face so why are you staring at me? Even though I know I’m elegant, handsome, free and easy, and distinguished and accomplished, you don’t have to look at me like that.”
Mu Ru Yue sized him up with a critical eye, but she couldn’t find any parts that were handsome or free and easy. ‘Why did she only see a benevolent elder?
She withdrew her gaze. “Master, I’m homeless.”
Wu Yu, who was gathering his medicines, stopped what he was doing after hearing that. He cast a curious gaze at her. “Homeless? What do you mean?”