Night.
Pei Yuhang knocked on his Dao Companion's door.
"Liyuan, just let me in..."
"Didn't Ah Han say he needed to focus on his Cultivation? Women will only affect Ah Han's sword arm, so Ah Han should just stay in the courtyard and pursue Enlightenment Dao!"
Ye Liyuan's sullen voice came from inside the room, making Pei Yuhang sigh helplessly.
Just then, a tall figure in white robes appeared at the courtyard gate.
"Ah, Yueqiu. What brings you here so late?"
Pei Yuhang greeted his head disciple.
"It's nothing. I just couldn't sleep and am used to walking around the estate... Master, did Mistress lock you out again?"
"..."
Hearing his disciple say "again," Pei Yuhang felt a pang in his heart.
Just as the Peng Sword Immortal was pondering what excuse he could make to restore his magnificent image in his disciple's eyes...
Qing Yueqiu tucked her silver hair behind her ear, glanced at her mistress's tightly shut door, and a certain expectation flashed in her crimson eyes.
