I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

Feng Xuan didn't say a word, she just shed tears silently, after crying for a while, she finally came to her senses, recalling her behavior just now, she just kept feeling ashamed, and the tips of her ears gradually turned pink.

The man knew that Feng Xuan had finished venting, carefully wiped away the last trace of tears on the boy's face, and asked patiently: "Come on, what's going on?"

Feng Xuan blinked, with teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes, looking both attractive and pitiful, he whispered, seriously aggrieved: "Master, I miss you so much."

Anyone seeing the appearance of the young man in front of him, saying such words seriously and aggrievedly, will probably be deeply touched in his heart, and men are no exception.

He sighed softly, and the deep waves in his eyes, which were as deep as a pool of water, raised his hand, and touched the boy's head half restrained and half attached, and comforted: "Didn't Master say that he will always be with you?" By your side."

Feng Xuan knew that Master was talking about sycamore branches.

Feng Xuan sniffed, obedient and wronged: "But I lost Master."

He had saved Li Furen too many times with the sycamore branch, and the spiritual energy infused by the master had long since been squandered, and the sycamore branch turned into an ordinary sycamore branch—even though it bloomed, it no longer carried the breath of the master.

Xu felt it was funny, the man muffled a low laugh: "Just for this?"

Feng Xuan showed a rare childish look, he flattened his mouth: "There are many more."

He read with his fingers one by one: "You didn't say that the kindness I owe is so difficult to repay. I almost died several times. I couldn't even protect the sycamore branches. I finally flew up. How can you return?" Lie to me, there is no master in the fairy world, I can't find a master—”

Feng Xuan's lips opened and closed, obviously he wanted to say a lot, but his voice stopped abruptly here, he was picked up by the man's long hand, and hugged tightly in his arms.

The master's arms tightly encircled him, although the two of them were masters and apprentices, but the master was cold by nature, Feng Xuan covered him for a thousand years, and the two gradually had the intimacy of ordinary masters and apprentices.

But the active and enthusiastic appearance of the master as now is the first time Feng Xuan sees it after getting acquainted with the master.

There is a little strangeness, but more, it is still familiar from the bottom of my heart.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Feng Xuan closed her arms and responded to the man's strong hug.

I don't know why, when Feng Xuan was doing this action, an inexplicable idea suddenly appeared in his heart:

Master looked nervous, as if he had found the treasure he regarded as his life.

And he is Master's lost treasure.

Feng Xuan thought happily and half-sorrowfully.

The man said hoarsely: "You have suffered."

Feng Xuan felt that the powerful arms around her were constantly tightening, as if she would turn into a puff of smoke and run away as soon as she let go, such a master made Feng Xuan feel very uncomfortable.

He pretended to be relaxed: "I'm fine, Master, really."

He briskly began to report all his good recent situation: "I listened to what Master said, and now I have successfully ascended. Although I did not find Master in the fairy world, I am not alone..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "I live in Dijundian now, does the master of Dijundian know?"

He shook his head: "This is the most powerful sect in the fairy world. I am very familiar with their leader Xianjun. He will take me."

Feng Xuan felt that when he said this, the person who hugged him tightly smiled again, the trembling sound caused by the smile penetrated the chest cavity and landed on Feng Xuan's chest, bringing a strange numbness .

Feng Xuan always feels that the current master seems to be a little different from the previous master who was gentle but somewhat indifferent, but he can't tell the specifics.

But Feng Xuan prefers the current master.

The man seemed to be very interested in this, and he took the initiative to ask: "Dijun Palace?"

Feng Xuan nodded with difficulty, and patiently explained: "It's a place governed by an immortal known as the emperor."

The man's voice seemed to be filled with imperceptible joy: "So he is very powerful?"

Feng Xuan nodded quickly, and poked her chin on the man's shoulder bit by bit, her tone was serious enough to study: "Although I haven't seen him, but in terms of cultivation, he should be the number one in the fairy world."

Feng Xuan also thought carefully: "To suppress the fairy world for a long time, make the demon world dare not invade, and even refine evil thoughts with one's own body, he must be a very powerful fairy."

The man's tone began to be a little strange: "Better than being a teacher?"

Feng Xuan quickly shook her head: "Of course it can't compare to Master!"

He doesn't care whether he compares or not, he is very stiff when he speaks:

"Master is the most powerful person in the three realms!"

His stern look provoked a smile from the corner of the man's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really?"

"It's absolutely true!" Feng Xuan exaggerated.

The man laughed lowly, but couldn't help it again, let go of the person in his arms and laughed loudly.

Even Feng Xuan swept away the sense of decadence, leaving only joy.

Looking at the smiling master, he was a little distracted, and thought to himself, this scene is really beautiful, like a dream.

After a while, the man stopped smiling, but the warmth in his eyes was still there. He described the boy's appearance in detail, and praised him sincerely: "You did a good job."

Feng Xuan, who had been praised by his master, suddenly jumped for joy, wishing he could run around the master a few times on the spot, he thought so, so he did it.

Chirping and cheering, she looked like a little phoenix cub.

Looking at such a young man, the man's eyes were almost filled with tenderness.

After laughing for a while, Feng Xuan became depressed again, because he understood that no matter how happy he was at the moment, it was still a ridiculous dream.

He raised his head, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Master, are you leaving again?"

It's been a thousand years since I left, next time, can I see you again in my dream?

Feng Xuan's eyes were full of reluctance, he pulled the man's robe, just like when a man took him out when he was a child, he clasped the robe tightly in his hands, fearing that in the blink of an eye, Master would be like a A dream, or disappear like a gust of wind.

The man looked at the sky outside the hall, and nodded slowly.

The boy's expectant pupils dimmed instantly, and he clasped the corner of the man's clothes even harder with his fingertips, so strong that he even tore the clothes.

Feng Xuan panicked instantly: "Master, where are you now, where can I find Master?"

He asked again, "Will Master come to visit Ah Xuan again?"

The man's eyes were full of emotions that Feng Xuan couldn't understand, and he answered Feng Xuan's second question: "I will come again in the future."

Feng Xuan was overjoyed, and didn't even find anything wrong, just kept asking: "Master, where are you, you are not dead, right, why haven't you come back to see Ah Xuan for thousands of years, Master, where can Ah Xuan go to find you?" ?”

He wouldn't let go.

The man seemed hesitant: "You don't want to see me."

Feng Xuan grasped the deep meaning in the man's words, he was overjoyed, and raised his voice: "So Master, you are really not dead, are you?"

He pulled the man over to check back and forth to make sure that the man was still alive, and asked urgently: "Master, where are you now? The fairy world, the human world...or the demon world?"

With a pained face on his face, "Why would I not want to see Master?"

There was a complicated look on the man's face.

Feng Xuan understood, his heart sank all of a sudden: "Master doesn't want to see Ah Xuan, right?"

The man immediately retorted: "No."

The corner of Feng Xuan's mouth curled up reluctantly: "Master, is there something unspeakable, can't you see Ah Xuan?"

The man restrained his brows and eyes, hesitated to speak, but remained silent.

After a long while, he said, "I heard that you have refined Wuzhi Ointment."

Upon hearing these five words, the young man's body froze and his eyes dodged a little. He thought that he owed his master something in this matter.

However, before Feng Xuan could speak, the man said inexplicably, "Don't waste the medicine on me, keep your body for yourself."

Feng Xuan couldn't understand what Master meant.

He knew that this was a dream, everything in the dream was fake, illusory, unbelievable.

But if this is not a dream, maybe in a distant place, Master is really still alive?

Feng Xuan couldn't help thinking.

"Master, Master..." he shouted.

But the man had already passed by him and walked slowly towards the entrance of the main hall.

He wanted to chase after him, but for some reason, his body froze in place as if he had been magically cast, and he couldn't move for a moment. He could only hear the soft footsteps moving away from him step by step, gradually drifting away.

Feng Xuan shouted: "Master!"

The footsteps choked.

Feng Xuan's voice trembled, he tried hard to calm himself down: "Master, do you want your apprentice again?"

Feng Xuan's eyes were red, her upper and lower teeth were chattering non-stop, and her speech trembled.

Feng Xuan's answer was only the sound of more determined footsteps, and a distant sigh that seemed to come from the horizon. He said:

"Ah Xuan, forget about it."

Feng Xuan closed her eyes in pain, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

He didn't understand why Master would say that.

Until there was a warm feeling on his face, Feng Xuan finally opened his eyes, and the sunlight came in through the half-open window impartially, shining not far in front of Feng Xuan.

It was a dream.

It was indeed a dream.

It was rare for Feng Xuan not to go to the Library Pavilion or the alchemy room today, he locked himself in the room alone, silently, just sat on the bed with his knees hugged, and couldn't stop recalling that dream.

Feng Xuan didn't know what was going on in his heart.

He hoped that it wasn't a dream, so that even if he couldn't see the master, he could know that the master didn't die, but stayed in a place where he couldn't find it.

He also hoped that it was a dream, so that the master would not say "Ah Xuan, forget it".

He freely followed Master. It can be said that without Master, there would be no Fengxuan now.

His feelings for Master are very special, not to mention parting with him.

The two of them depended on each other for life, and he believed that the master's relationship with him was not just a simple relationship of helping each other.

He couldn't figure out why the master who would be thousands of years later would gently say such cruel words to him.

He knew that it was not that Master didn't want to see him, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to meet him in his dream.

Feng Xuan wondered if the master had encountered some troubles to say such words to him, leaving aside the relationship between the two.

Anyway, Feng Xuan would never give up until she heard her master say that she didn't want him anymore.

Yes, he told himself, it was just a dream.

Even so, Feng Xuan still stayed alone for a whole day, when it was approaching dusk, someone knocked on the door.

"Is God here?"

It was Xiang Wenbo's voice.

Feng Xuan thought to herself, she should have heard the news that she hadn't gone out all day.

Although the news spread quickly.

After all, Xiang Wenbai came to the door in person, and it was not easy for Feng Xuan to refuse people at the door. He got up, raised his spirits a little, and said, "Come in."

Therefore, as soon as Xiang Wenbai entered the door, he saw Fengxuan leaning against the window in a sluggish state. Even though the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly curved, Xiang Wenbo could still see that the young man's mood at this time was not very good.

He took the initiative to ask: "What difficulties did Shangshen encounter in refining the spirit wood today? Does he still need Wen Bai's help?"

Feng Xuan shook his head, still looking listless and unable to raise his energy, his dark pupils were darkened, looking at the fading sunlight outside the window, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Inexplicably, Xiang Wenbo knew that the young man was very sad at this time.

"Then God is worrying about the news that the soul is numb?"

The young man remained silent, his pupils seemed to have lost their brilliance, dark and frightening.

The state is very wrong.Xiang Wenbai judged it almost instantly. He thought that the person sent him to check on Feng Xuan's condition. Feng Xuan was so unwell at this time, he must have something to do with the person who sent him, but he didn't know that the person who sent him How did the people who came here turn the boy into what he is now.

Xiang Wenbo sighed in his heart, and said with emotion: What a crime.

He was obviously worried to death, but he didn't even dare to look at it.

It's fine if you can't let go, you have to make people like this.

Ugh!

Xiang Wenbo didn't know the situation between the two of them either, he tried his best and tried his best to comfort the young man, but when he opened the door, the young man still looked lifeless.

Well, after talking for a long time, it was of no use at all.

Xiang Wenbai was completely at a loss, so he used Wuzhi's intermittent anointing to temporarily stabilize the boy.

Feng Xuan said: "Don't worry, I won't give up on Wuzhi's intermittent anointing, and I need to trouble Xianjun to find spiritual wood for me."

What else could Xiang Wenbo persuade, so he had no choice but to agree.Firstly, he was really worried about Feng Xuan's condition, secondly, the task arranged by his superior to comfort the young man had not been completed, and before leaving the house, he was worried, and suddenly, hesitantly turned around and asked:

"Has God heard of the big event in the Emperor's Palace recently?"

Feng Xuan sensed the seriousness in Xiang Wen Bai's tone, he was slightly taken aback, and raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Xiang Wenbo struggled again and again, and finally said: "The Emperor has returned to the Emperor's Hall safely, the evil thoughts have been eliminated, and he is recuperating in the Emperor's Hall right now."

Feng Xuan's eyes were full of bewilderment: "Oh, congratulations, Dijun."

Fengxuan herself didn't know what she was talking about: "I have lived in the Emperor's Palace for so long, and now the Emperor is taking care of his body. I don't want to disturb you, but I would like to ask Xianjun to say hello to Dijun for me. When Dijun recovers in the future Now, I will personally bring a gift to thank the emperor."

Xiang Wenbai: "Wen Bai will definitely convey the meaning of Shangshen. I won't disturb Shangshen's rest."

The door closed slowly, and the sky darkened.

Feng Xuan thought in a daze, oh, so one day passes so easily.

Feng Xuan suffered from insomnia.

He clearly wanted to force himself to fall asleep, after all the master said that he would come to meet him in a dream.

But in his heart he was terrified, he was afraid that the same words would come out of Master's mouth again.

That night, Feng Xuan stayed up all night.

But the matter of Wu Zhi's intermittent anointing cannot be let go. Although the master may be fine, Li Furen is still waiting for Feng Xuan to rescue him. Before dawn the next day, Feng Xuan hurried to Zangshu Pavilion.

If it was just a little sleepless in the past, it is even worse now. After all, Feng Xuan spent the time of insomnia in the Library Pavilion. A speed visible to the naked eye collapsed.

His appearance was naturally seen by some people.

Xiang Wenbai led the order to find Fengxuan again, this time he came with good news, he said: "Shangshen, the spirit tree has been found, and it is now on the way to bring it back, I believe it will not be a few days, Then you can bring it back to the Emperor Palace."

Hearing this news, Feng Xuan's eyes only flickered extremely weakly.

"About how many days?"

"Less than three days."

"Good. Thank you."

While speaking, Xiang Wen Bo secretly observed the young man's state carefully, seeing that the young man's eyes were indeed jumping with faint excitement, so Xiang Wen Bo secretly breathed out, feeling a little relieved.

He knew the importance of Feng Xuan's master in Feng Xuan's mind, even if it was for the sake of master, Feng Xuan would definitely cheer up, Xiang Wen Bai thought so.

Unexpectedly, Fengxuan's state changed drastically after knowing the news.

Xiang Wenbai was reprimanded with a cold face, and got a new task, so he rushed to see Fengxuan's situation in a hurry.

I was startled when I saw this, Feng Xuan's condition was even worse than before, his face was pale, but now his eyes were black and blue, and he didn't know how long he hadn't had a good rest.

Xiang Wenbai really loses his temper after being tortured by this little god who doesn't care about his body.

He remembered his mission this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "God, I see that your steps are sloppy and your complexion is not good, do you want to call a doctor to take a look?"

Fengxuan naturally waved his hand and refused: "I know my situation myself, so I don't bother Xianjun, presumably the emperor must have more important matters to be dealt with by Xianjun, so there is no need for Xianjun to waste time on me On the fairy body."

What Feng Xuan said was the truth.

It's fine for him to ruin his own body, but he can't cause trouble for others.

How could Xiang Wenbai not know what Fengxuan meant?But after all, the two have been together for a while, and Feng Xuan did not stand by when he was depressed earlier, and now when Feng Xuan needs it, he naturally cannot let her go.

What's more, there is someone behind him eagerly urging him to take care of it.

"I know you've worked hard on Wuzhi's intermittent anointing, but you can't torture your body." Xiang Wenbai tried hard to persuade, "Tomorrow the Spirit Tree will arrive, if you collapse now, who else can Refining?"

What Xiang Wenbo said was true.

Although Fengxuan was tortured in his heart, the matter of intermittent ointment and resurrection of Wuzhi was the most important thing right now. With his current haggard appearance, if he lost his mind during the refining process, he might be wasted, okay? A chance to bring the dead back to life is easy to come by.

He wants to save more than one person.

Feng Xuan kept telling herself in her heart.

Bringing the dead back to life only exists in the ancient legends. One opportunity is already the difficulty and luck of ascending to the sky. If you find the next method, you don’t know when it will be. It's better not to save people.

Feng Xuan pressed the swollen and sore eye points, and his heart loosened.

Xiang Wenbai took the opportunity and said, "I'll take God down to rest. The spirit tree will come tomorrow, and God can't be tired any longer."

Feng Xuan thought, yes, so she nodded acquiescingly: "Thank you."

Xiang Wenbai accompanied Fengxuan and walked slowly to the door of the room.

Feng Xuan suddenly said: "Have you changed the incense?"

Xiang Wen Bo froze when he pushed the door, remembering that when the man handed him the sachet, he specifically told him not to be noticed by Feng Xuan: "Yes."

Xiang Wenbai pretended to be calm: "I bought a new sachet."

He deliberately smiled and said: "This is all discovered by Shangshen, and Shangshen likes this taste? Do you need to send a copy to Shangshen?"

Feng Xuan just inexplicably felt that the smell was light and pleasant, so she couldn't help taking a few more sips: "Don't bother."

Nodding to Wen Bo, he ended the topic. He watched Feng Xuan enter the room, with worry still in his eyes: "Isn't God really going to see a doctor?"

Feng Xuan raised the corner of her mouth: "No need."

He said: "Heart disease."

It's not good to see.

Feng Xuan's voice was not too loud, just enough to penetrate the door, and fell into the ears of a tall figure not far to the right of Xiang Wenbai.

Hearing Feng Xuan's voice, Xiang Wenbai saw the figure froze suddenly from the corner of his eye.

To see is to hear.

Xiang Wen Bo didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and said: "Then God should rest quickly, and Wen Bo won't bother you any more."

Before Xiang Wen Bai left, he thought about the matter of Lingmu, but he quickly remembered the last time, after he mentioned the matter of Lingmu, Fengxuan’s condition got worse and worse, and he didn’t dare to say it up.

It's also strange, I don't know why Lingmu has such a great influence on Fengxuan, he can't see through it.

Feng Xuan closed the door, and Xiang Wen Bai waited until there was no movement in the room, then walked steadily to the man's side, with a very respectful attitude:

"Back to the emperor, according to the emperor's instructions, I have given God Fengxuan the medicine to help sleep."

After Xiang Wenbo finished speaking, he looked up, his height was already considered tall in the fairy world, but the man in front of him wearing a platinum dark embroidered cloak was half a head taller than him.

The man's face seemed gentle, but his eyes were like torches, with a piercing light shining between them: "Okay, you go down."

Xiang Wenbo looked at the person in front of him, and then at the room behind him, showing hesitation.

He did not forget that Feng Xuan became what he is now, thanks to the person in front of him.

But he dared not speak out.

How could a man fail to see through Xiang Wen Bai's thoughts, his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and he was angry: "Of course I will pay attention."

As he spoke, there was a hint of anger between his brows and eyes, which was anger at his previous reckless behavior.

His state is obviously not much better than Feng Xuan's, and he is still in a black and blue mess, diluting a little bit of majesty, and a little bit more depressed.

Other disciples may not know, but Xiang Wenbai, as the emperor's right-hand man, naturally knows the emperor's situation all too well.

During the days when he served Dijun, Dijun's work and rest were exactly the same as Fengxuan's. Fengxuan's god did not sleep, and their family's Dijun did not rest either.

Dijun managed to get rid of his evil thoughts, escaped from death, his body was seriously injured and hadn't healed yet, after several tossings, his body probably won't be much better than Fengxuan Shangshen.

Xiang Wenbai couldn't bear to look down, and couldn't help asking: "Why did the emperor hide it, and tell Fengxuan God directly, wouldn't it be good?"

It's two people who suffer so hard to hide the truth.

However, why didn't the emperor want to do this, he looked at Fengxuan's tightly closed door, and there was a rare bit of gentleness in his cold and ruthless eyes, and he whispered: "Why don't you want to do this?"

His voice was so low that Xiang Wenbo couldn't hear clearly: "What did the emperor say?"

The man lowered his eyes, unexpectedly showing a trace of incongruous fragility: "I promised not to disturb him again."

After Dijun finished speaking, he passed by Xiang Wenbai and walked towards the boy's room.

Xiang Wenbo really became more and more confused the more he listened, he didn't understand what was going on between these two people at all, so he simply stepped back and gave up the place to them.

……

Feng Xuan also didn't know why, ever since Xiang Wen Bai came back all the way, a strange drowsiness suddenly came over her, which made Feng Xuan drowsy.

Coincidentally, tomorrow is the day when Lingmu will return to the Emperor's Palace. He hasn't had a good night's sleep these days, so he will take a good rest today, so that he won't make mistakes during two days of refining.

Thinking this way, Feng Xuan took advantage of the fierce drowsiness and undressed and went to bed. As soon as her head was pressed against the pillow, the drowsiness of sleep came rushing in instantly, dragging Feng Xuan into a dream in an instant.

The whole body was warm, as if the whole body was thrown into the warm spring water, the exhaustion all over the body was swept away immediately, and the whole body felt refreshed.

After enjoying Feng Xuan's body enough, the talent opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was not the simple and elegant decoration in the Emperor's Palace, but a huge spring.

This spring water is full of aura, even the mist is full of aura, it is most suitable for people to practice, when the body is tired, taking a dip in this spring water is also a very good choice.

However, Feng Xuan is not in the mood to enjoy it at this time, because he is very familiar with this spiritual spring - behind the palace where he and his master live, there is also such a spiritual spring. One of the things he loved to do when he was a child was to drag his master Go down to Lingquan to play with him.

He is, dreaming again?

Fengxuan hurriedly approached the shore, poked her head hard in the misty mist, trying to find another figure he was familiar with, but the mist was so dense that it blocked the young man's sight, and made him search hard but couldn't see half of the figure.

Feng Xuan couldn't help feeling anxious.

He swam to the shore and was about to get into the water, when a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from beside him: "Where are you going?"

Feng Xuan looked for the sound and turned around quickly, only to see a muscular adult man looming in the depths of the mist, the distance between them was not too far, it was only because Feng Xuan was anxious that he didn't notice it.

Almost the moment he found the man, Feng Xuan's eyes lit up, which was even more exaggerated than the twinkling stars in the sky. He quickly walked over to the shore, without any hesitation, buried his head in the man's arms, and He's done it countless times before.

"Master." Feng Xuan shouted with a sore nose, I don't know if it was because of the fog or some other reason.

Both of them were wearing a thin layer of white underwear, which was soaked in spring water and was somewhat transparent. It was tightly attached to the skin, revealing thin and beautiful muscle curves.

When the man caught Feng Xuan, his gaze sank unconsciously, as if he had been scalded by something, he quickly looked away, and said solemnly: "I'm here."

But Feng Xuan didn't feel this subtle abnormality at all, his voice was hoarse, with obvious fatigue and crying: "I thought... I would never see Master again..."

Thinking back to what his master said now, he still felt chills in his heart, he was afraid that his master would be so hard-hearted that he would never see him again if he didn't see him.

Fortunately, he finally saw his master again.

Although Lingquan can dispel the fatigue in the human body, it is not so easy to change the overall state quickly.

The man swept his eyes, and quickly noticed Feng Xuan's tiredness, his brows and eyes tightened: "How did you make yourself look like this?"

He asked knowingly.

But Feng Xuan only smiled faintly, the smile was very reluctant: "If I don't do this, why would Master come to see me in my dream again?"

The man's actions froze for a moment.

"Master said he didn't want to see me and never saw me again, making Ah Xuan forget about Master."

Feng Xuan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes twinkled slightly, from the angle of the man, it looked like a butterfly dancing in his heart.

"But when I was feeling bad, when I saw that I was injured, I couldn't help seeing each other again in my dreams, and I took Ah Xuan to Lingquan to heal my wounds."

Feng Xuan raised her head suddenly and met the man's eyes: "Is that right, Master?"

The man's eyes flickered, and he kept silent and avoided answering.

But the answer is already in Feng Xuan's heart.

A little bit of starlight rekindled in Feng Xuan's eyes, like the bright stars in the sky, he asked again unwillingly: "Master doesn't want to see me, is there something else that I can't tell me?"

The man was silent again.

Feng Xuan was not discouraged either.

He cheered himself up in his heart. After laying the groundwork for so long, he finally asked the question he wanted to know the most:

"Master, are you still alive?"

The reflection of the spring water was reflected in the young man's eyes, and after a flicker, it was softer and more charming than the water waves. His beautiful appearance just made people hope that he could keep it forever.

The emperor's throat was dry, and there was a faint hope in his heart. He closed his eyes, perfectly concealing the madness in his eyes, and opened his eyes again, only the cold master remained.

Yes, he is now the master, not the respected master.

The one Feng Xuan wants to see and save, from the beginning to the end, is only Master.

It should be hidden, Li Furen thought.

"Yes." His throat rolled up and down, "I'm back."