“You actually did it?” The sly fox suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and was currently standing at the other side of the courtyard. Still wearing that slight bewitching smile, he sized her up for a moment, and nodded. “Though it’s a little ugly, the qualifications aren’t bad.”
“Hoho… Thank you.” You’re ugly. Your entire family is ugly.
He walked straight towards her, and seemed to want to pull her up. Suddenly, a huge wind swept past, and a white figure cut in-between them. His cold expression seemed to be frozen solid, and currently, he was staring straight at the person sitting in the pool.
Zhu Yao suddenly had the urge to cry. Master, took you long enough to find me.
“Yu Wang?”
“Your sister’s Desire!” Your sister, your sister, your sister! Why did he remember the name ‘Yu Yao’ when he appeared before the little bitch, but when it came to her, he changed it back to Desire!?
However, Yu Yan heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that this time, she really was his disciple alright. Reaching out his hand, he said. “Follow me back.”
“I say, Little Yan Yan?” A certain person who was cut off earlier, rotated his eyes between the two of them back and forth, as his brows twitched. “Aren’t you going to explain?”
Yu Yan finally turned around to glance at the man, and responded with the same cold tone. “My disciple.”
The man’s expression stiffened, and then, sighed deeply. Clearly, she was the little rock spirit that he picked up, so how did she suddenly become his disciple? Why didn’t he recall any tradition of taking in demon spirits as disciples in the Lightning Divine Hall?
“I say…”
However, Yu Yan completely did not have any intentions to explain, as he pulled his disciple up, and left these words. “Hall Master, Yu Yan shall take his leave.”
In an instant, his figure flashed, and in front of him, what’s left was an empty pool.
“…”
If you want to take someone away, at the very least, let me finish what I want to say. Where’s your most basic form of respect to the Hall Master?
Yu Yan brought his disciple back to his nest, and only then did his several days of frustration from losing his disciple finally calm down. After seeing her sitting in the Lightning Abyssal Spring, and the aura which still remained after the formation of a body, he could already make a rough guess why he would mistake that woman for her back then.
He stared at her completely foreign-looking face. What’s strange was, after looking for her a moment, her face was no longer a blurred view, rather, it had been directly engraved in the depths of his heart. Among the faces that showed up when he thought of his disciple in his mind, another one was instantly added in. For him to be capable of remembering her face, she was his own disciple alright.
Reaching out his hand to stroke her drenched head, but what he received in response was a pair of very well-concealed rolling eyes. Her eyes showed complete defiance, as though they were saying ‘Do not mess up my hairstyle.’ Yu Yan unhesitatingly pressed on her head, entangling her strands of hair, which were drenched in the first place, from his stroking.