Chapter 177 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (18)
At this moment, a subtle expression appeared on the young boy’s delicate face.
It was as if he wanted to argue but was choked by his own words and couldn’t say anything.
In the end, seeing Yan Luo’s puzzled expression as if it was natural so she wondered why he would think that way, Yun Ze could only lower his head silently, sulking without even knowing why he was upset.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
What did their matters have to do with that pretentious Gu Sicun?
Moreover, why did Yan Luo take this disciple in the first place? Yun Ze pursed his lips, his discontent slowly fermenting.
Knowing that this guy was reborn and had a deep-seated grudge against her, Yan Luo had no intention of using normal methods to reduce his blackening value.
She thought that Yun Ze, being so hostile towards her, wouldn’t want to stay long in her place, so she deliberately left him an out to leave. Yet, here he was, standing there dumbfounded, not leaving.
Yan Luo looked at the panel showing the unchanging 100 points blackening value, then felt the boundless spiritual power within her that she herself could hardly believe. She felt a bit more confident, though still fearful, but spoke coldly with a hint of doubt.
“What’s wrong? Is there something in your cultivation that you don’t understand?”
Yun Ze looked down at his fingers, which were tightly clutching Yan Luo’s sleeve. Yan Luo indulgently allowed his action.
Her gaze was indifferent but carried a hint of tolerance and pampering.
Suddenly, this feeling emerged in his heart.
If she truly wanted to pamper someone, she could spoil them to the heavens, and even throwing tantrums around her would be completely fine.
But she had given this feeling to someone else…
Seeing Yun Ze remain silent, Yan Luo continued, “The strength of the Third Elder is acknowledged by everyone. If we talk about the thunder element, there’s probably no one more suitable than him.”
“Not anyone else.”
Yun Ze suddenly spoke, his voice light and tinged with a bit of grievance.
“I only want Master.”
Yun Ze looked up, his eyes clearly reflecting Yan Luo’s figure.
“You…” Yan Luo was taken aback, then instinctively averted her gaze, frowning slightly, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Yun Ze stared directly at Yan Luo, carefully observing the expressions on her face. Though her words were stern, her tone carried a hint of severity.
But the small, delicate earlobe hidden in her hair was faintly pink.
Was she shy?
Yun Ze stared straight at her, his fingers unconsciously moving slightly.
He had never noticed before that underneath Yan Luo’s cold and indifferent exterior, such emotions were hidden?
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under Yun Ze’s gaze but unsure of what to say, Yan Luo paused for a moment. Seeing that Yun Ze still didn’t move, she finally waved her sleeve, brushed his hand away, and headed inside.
Her blue and white robe fluttered gracefully, her posture elegant, yet in Yun Ze’s eyes, it seemed she was somewhat fleeing in panic.
A bit… cute.
“Come here.” While still savoring the touch on his fingertips, Yan Luo’s voice came from inside again, tinged with a bit of helplessness and indulgence.
Yun Ze couldn’t help but smile slightly, turning to follow her inside.
Yan Luo sat at the table, rested her chin on one hand, the blue sleeve slipped down a bit to reveal a section of skin as white as jade. A cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea sat on the table in front of her, and she exuded a slight laziness, a demeanor rarely seen.
Yun Ze stared in a slight daze, then eagerly approached her, sitting on a chair with his head down, looking quite pitiful as he softly called out, “Master.”