Chapter 173 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (14)
What’s different in this time? Or is there some other unexpected event, just like him? After all, this time Yan Luo’s actions haven’t been greatly disrupted by him, but everything seems to be beyond his expectations.
Putting away the flying artifact used for transportation, Yun Ze’s eyes still carried a pensive look, and that cold fragrance swept over again.
Drawing close.
He met Yan Luo’s eyes directly, her words fell near his ears, “What’s wrong?”
Although her words remained light, they were filled with concern, causing a slight stir in Yun Ze’s heart.
This feeling, this treatment, in the past, Yan Luo only gave to Gu Sicun.
What does it matter now? A hint of malice rose in his heart. Looking at the Zhengxuan sword in his hand, his lips couldn’t help but curl up.
“Master…” Yun Ze raised his eyes, between his brows and eyes, one could vaguely see the previous tender appearance, “Can I hug you?”
Hug?
“Why do you want to hug?” Yan Luo slightly furrowed her brows, looking at the faintly dimming eyes of the youth. She remembered that before she closed herself off, Yun Ze always liked to disregard formalities and throw himself into her arms or cling to her waist.
But that was in his childhood. Looking at Yun Ze, who was now taller than herself, Yan Luo hesitated for a moment, but softened a bit in the end.
“Well… I just feel, it’s really good that Master has come out of seclusion.” Yun Ze slightly lowered his head, his voice tinged with joy.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a slight coolness on his forehead. Yan Luo hand lifted and brushed past his forehead, her clear eyes seemed to be able to reveal all her emotions yet see nothing at all.
Her fingertips brushed against his soft hair, Yan Luo’s lips curled slightly, “No one is more worthy of the Zhengxuan sword than you, don’t overthink it.”
She could sense his subconscious emotions.
A faint flash flickered in Yun Ze’s eyes as he listened to Yan Luo’s words, and he saw the faint smile on Yan Luo’s lips.
This feeling, this warmth, this atmosphere, was somewhat intoxicating.
In the years of their interaction, Yun Ze himself may not have realized that he no longer had the initial resistance to Yan Luo’s touch, and even subconsciously followed Yan Luo’s palm to rub against him on his own.
After rubbing, he still didn’t feel anything wrong.
“Alright, let me see how your cultivation is progressing.” Yan Luo was the first to retract her hand, her expression calm as she turned and walked ahead.
Yun Ze looked at Yan Luo’s figure, following along, his hand involuntarily lifting to brush his own forehead.
Many sects harbored different intentions towards Yan Luo’s breakthrough. Although Yan Luo didn’t see anyone else, the congratulations from other sects still arrived, and many gifts were sent, which were casually placed aside by Yan Luo.
It was unknown what was on Yun Ze’s mind, but he clung even tighter to Yan Luo.
After some time passed like this, the spiritual power at Luoyun Peak surged again, and Yun Ze broke through.
The sky churned with dark clouds, intermingled with streaks of golden lightning, and then fiercely struck down. Even those with a thunder spiritual root would not be able to resist such a thunder tribulation.
His meridians were washed by the power of the tribulation, the Zhengxuan sword in his hand was excitedly humming. Yun Ze swallowed the blood in his mouth, looking dazedly at a faint blue figure rapidly approaching him.
His falling figure was caught in the familiar warmth and cold fragrance.
Yun Ze squinted slightly, his fingers instinctively grasping the slightly cool hem of her clothes, obviously not yet recovered as he said in somewhat low voice, “Master.”