Her eyes, always reflecting a gentle smile, were now wide open, filled with moisture and panic, looking at him in disbelief.
What made her even more angry was.
One of Aunt Mao's hands was being held by the master and placed on the master's lower abdomen? And the master's other hand was similarly placed...
"Master, healing?"
After a long while, the eldest disciple finally uttered two words.
"Zhi... Zhiwei..."
Mao Qingzhu was scared out of her wits, trying to get up in panic, but her legs weakened, causing her to clumsily fall back onto the ground.
This incident was unexpected for Chen Ye as well.
He frowned slightly.
No...
With the eldest disciple's understanding, why would she suddenly barge in?
Moreover,
he had set up a simple Sound Concealing Array—Chen Ye was definitely not a reckless person.
To be honest.
As a master, he was slightly angry.
Normally, the disciples could be mischievous, but the master was in a crucial moment!
