"Master Qingqiu, so you're my disciple's lover? You certainly look pitiful enough to inspire affection."
In another room, Feng Xiaoyi said as she studied Lin Sha, whose eyes were brimming with tears.
Of course, her actual thoughts were: 'This is it? This is all she is?'
'This is the girl who has my rebellious disciple so utterly captivated?'
'With a master as divinely beautiful as me, it's ridiculous that my wayward disciple would even look at such a common woman.'
Lin Sha glanced at her through misty, tear-filled eyes but said nothing. She was in no mood to talk.
Feng Xiaoyi just gave a charming smile and stopped teasing her.
Fang Hua and Luo Jinyu both wore worried expressions. Luo Jinyu said, "Chun Xiao Master, please think of something!"
Feng Xiaoyi yawned. "Think of what? He volunteered to be the Sword Holder. Who could possibly talk him out of it?"
Fang Hua asked, her brow furrowed with worry, "Why would Brother Yu want to be a Sword Holder?"
