Yin Qinghe's delicate figure suddenly tensed at that moment.
This rebellious disciple is growing more brazen!
He simply reached out without her permission.
Though he's pressing her shoulder now,
it still made Yin Qinghe's heart tremble a bit.
However, with Qin Yu being earnest and not looking astray, purely wanting to show filial piety, she found it difficult to refuse.
She couldn't remain too distant and chill the disciple's heart either.
"Mistress, let the matters outside be handled by the Immortal Sect; we junior cultivators just need to live our days well."
Qin Yu's words held reason.
Yin Qinghe nodded slightly.
Indeed, these matters were not theirs to worry about.
Surely the Immortal Sect would handle it, right?
As Qin Yu continued with the massage, she gradually relaxed and leaned slightly, resting against the chair.
But even this small motion made Qin Yu's breath catch.
