Chapter 180 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (21)
If your wings were clipped, and your aspirations of ascension crushed, will you stay so obedient forever?
The light in his eyes grew dimmer as he recalled the past events.
He chuckled softly, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.
“Master, shall we try again this time?”
He raised his hand and slowly removed Yan Luo’s outer garment, making her more comfortable as she lay down. Sitting by the bed, he watched Yan Luo’s slightly furrowed brows, seemingly in discomfort.
Her eyes remained tightly shut, her lips parted slightly.
As he gazed at her, his fingers couldn’t resist sliding along the edge of her garment, though he didn’t go further, just gently caressing the edge, feeling the smoothness with his fingertips. Lowering his head, he leaned closer to Yan Luo’s face, noticing her eyelids trembling slightly.
His hand quickly withdrew, panic rising in Yun Ze’s heart as he saw her dark eyes slowly open, a mist of confusion clouding them.
“Mm…”
“Master?” Yun Ze called softly, his lips pursed slightly.
Yan Luo squinted her eyes, her face scrunched up in discomfort, looking a bit childish.
Only after hearing Yun Ze’s voice did she seem to gain some awareness, her eyes bleary as she looked at Yun Ze, tilting her head slightly. She propped herself up, her hair cascading down and spreading behind her.
This posture made Yun Ze’s palms itch, but he leaned closer. “Does Master still feel uncomfortable?”
Seeing the continued haze in Yan Luo’s eyes as if pondering his words, Yun Ze’s smile deepened.
But indeed, with her current cultivation level, it wouldn’t take long for her to dispel the effects of the spirit wine.
“Yun Ze?”
After a long while, Yan Luo finally spoke, her voice less cold, slightly husky, and tender with a hint of coquettishness.
Yun Ze couldn’t help but hold his breath. He watched as Yan Luo smiled broadly, grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer.
The sight of the beauty with her disheveled clothes, messy hair, and a smile at the corner of her lips already left Yun Ze somewhat dazed.
Next, he was pulled into an embrace scented with a cold fragrance and a hint of alcohol. Her lips brushed his ear, her voice softer than he had ever heard.
“You’ve done well, there’s no need to worry about others…”
It seemed her lips brushed against his earlobe. Feeling his ear heat up, Yun Ze instinctively pulled away, retreating several steps. He saw Yan Luo, half-squinting and seemingly unresponsive, her body tilting slightly from his push. She then found a comfortable position, closed her eyes again, and started adjusting her internal energy. It wouldn’t be long before she fully recovered.
Yun Ze lowered his gaze and abruptly turned to leave. He paused slightly as he passed the outer hall, looking at the delicate flowers on the table, a storm brewing in his eyes.
“My disciple is the best, beyond reproach.” She had whispered into his ear.
Her disciple… was not just him.
Moreover…
Staring at the blue and white flower, a flicker of lightning flashed in his eyes, and the flower withered visibly.
It completely wilted.
Yun Ze then withdrew his gaze and walked out.
Inside, Yan Luo slowly opened her eyes, looking at the cold, empty room, her hazy eyes gradually clearing.