"Master, would you give Zhiyu a farewell gift?"
Zhiyu tilted her little head, looking at Lu Jin'an eagerly, her words genuinely surprised him.
Looking at the Immortal Clothes torn to shreds on her body, Lu Jin'an instinctively responded, "Who taught you this?"
Though he had taught Zhiyu quite a bit, how could a silly girl like her understand such words without proactively learning them?
A farewell gift indeed...
Lu Jin'an felt this was definitely not something Zhiyu could think of, so who taught her?
Although his first thought was Qiu Qingtang, the Master and others also knew about this matter; they might have taught Zhiyu like this.
"Zhiyu thought of it herself!"
Zhiyu blinked her heterochromatic eyes: "Just watching... and I learned."
"Really?"
Lu Jin'an touched Zhiyu's little head: "What did you watch and learn?"
"Anyhow, Zhiyu has learned it." Zhiyu raised her hands to grasp his wrists, speaking again: "Master, would you please give me one?"
