So much so that he hastily retreated, tiptoeing across the surface of the lake, leaving behind a parting word
"Think it over carefully."
Having said that, he left.
Su Yan held the invitation, glanced at it several tis, then tossed it aside.
At this ti, Feng Yu appeared on a flat boat, carrying a food container.
Su Yan turned her head to look.
Feng Yu walked over and placed the food container on the wooden table next to her.
He gently said,
"The Sect Hierarch seems to be on very good terms with Poison Man."
Su Yan thought for a mont,
"Not bad."
Feng Yu’s hands froze as he was lifting the lid of the food container, his eyebrows and eyes drooping lower, his voice even softer than before,
"Poison Man has never liked ; if he speaks ill of Xiao Yu in front of the Sect Hierarch, would you believe him?"
Su Yan looked up,
"For example?"
"He once said that Xiao Yu is nothing but a wastrel favored by the Sect Hierarch only for his looks····,"
As he spoke, Feng Yu suddenly stopped his movents, gazing at Su Yan, speaking slowly,
"If Xiao Yu’s appearance were destroyed, would the Sect Hierarch still like ?"
Su Yan nodded earnestly,
"Yes."
He lowered his eyebrows and eyes,
"Sect Hierarch, don’t deceive . You’ve known Poison Man for so long; he must understand you well. Perhaps the Sect Hierarch only likes Xiao Yu for his face···."
Ugh, the male pet lacks confidence, thinking he’s only liked for his skin; how to solve this? Online waiting, urgent~
Su Yan, hearing his words, reached out and tugged at his sleeve,
"I’m not close to him; we’ve only t a few tis. He naturally does not understand . You just need to listen to what I say, don’t mind his words."
In a few words, the relationship between the great Demon Sect Leader and Poison Man progressed from ’not bad’ to that of unfamiliar strangers.
Feng Yu finally had a faint smile on his face, then he stepped forward and embraced Su Yan,
"I will heed the Sect Hierarch’s words."
As they spoke, he glanced at the invitation lying on the table.
Black lettering on white paper, the contents vaguely visible through the lifted corner, he got the gist.
He reached out, took the invitation, read it over, and asked aloud,
"Sect Hierarch, will you go?"
Su Yan nodded,
"I will go."
He said nothing more, just placed the invitation on the side, opened the food container, and attended to Su Yan’s al.
After the al was finished, Feng Yu finally said,
"Sect Hierarch, Xiao Yu will enter seclusion."
Su Yan turned her head to look at him, and after a pause, she asked,
"For how long?"
He shook his head,
"I don’t know."
Who could be certain about the matter of breaking through the bottlenecks in cultivation?
It might happen in a day or two, perhaps.
Seven or eight days, possible.
A fortnight, it happens.
Seven or eight months, quite common.
To advance in cultivation, one needs the right ti, place, and harmony.
Su Yan nodded,
"Alright."
She responded straightforwardly without asking further.
In contrast, Feng Yu, seeing Su Yan’s straightforward permission for him to leave, felt a bit twisted inside.
He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and said with a lightly resentful tone,
"Won’t the Sect Hierarch start to fancy another male pet because Xiao Yu isn’t around to serve you?"
Su Yan was taken aback,
"No."
"Xiao Yu will return as soon as possible."
"Your Pure Cultivation aims for peace and steadiness, it cannot be rushed."
Hearing this, Feng Yu’s eyebrows lifted, a smile flickering in his eyes,
"Yes, Xiao Yu rembers."
Never would he have imagined that one day he would be taught by a Demon Cultivator to be calm and steady.
And so, on this pleasant and sunny noon, Feng Yu left.
Su Yan sotis strolled around by herself.
And Little Red and little worm had finally refined those two Demon Stones just a few days before.
Only... for so reason, ever since they had completely assimilated those two Demon Stones, both of them seed particularly listless.
As if they hadn’t slept for eight hundred years.
Therefore, both of them went back into their space to sleep.
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