When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Night had fallen, and the bamboo grove was quiet and secluded.

In Peach Blossom Spring, there is no real sun or moon; it is pitch black unless the lamps are lit.

However, cultivators are sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. No matter how dark the environment was, Chu Xianlan still spotted the empty space at the other person's waist at a glance.

Master...you're not wearing the jade pendant? Why?

Chu Xianlan felt an overwhelming sense of loss. She clenched her fist tightly and then scratched at her palm with her fingertips.

So what if I'm not wearing it? After all, no one in the cultivation world has ever stipulated that a master must wear the magical artifact given by his disciple at all times, right?

It was indeed a gift from him, but once something is given away... others can wear it or take it off as they please, so what's the point of asking questions?

This thing is different from the master-disciple contract; it's just a small item.

It's normal to get tired of wearing the same jade pendant all year round.

Since it's not on my body, it must be stored away.

That's unnecessary.

Yi Chen put his hands behind his back and nodded to him, indicating that he had heard the greeting.

"The ground is cold, get up."

Chu Xianlan found those words very familiar; he had heard them before when Hua Ling had shrunk him in the illusion. Back then, his master had reached out to him and pulled him up from the cold ground.

But this time, Yi Chen didn't seem to intend to do anything.

She just stood there, waiting for him to get up.

So Chu Xianlan lowered his head, brushed the dust off his clothes, stood up, his legs were a little numb, so he steadied himself against the doorframe and asked:

"Master, what did Junior Uncle say?"

"Just some small things," Yi Chen replied.

Little things?

Chu Xianlan didn't hear what she wanted to hear. She pursed her lips and pondered silently in her heart, "What's so trivial? How trivial?"

Is it really such a small matter that even an apprentice can't mention?

……

Ugh, why think about these things?

Unnecessary question!

The two entered the courtyard one after the other. Chu Xianlan followed a short distance behind Yi Chen. Seeing that his master was about to enter the house, he also lifted his foot and was about to walk into the house.

Yi Chen's voice came from ahead: "You are about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation, feel free to ask your master."

Chu Xianlan was taken aback, and awkwardly thanked him, "Disciple understands, thank you... Master."

Yi Chen lowered his eyes, nodded to him, and then pushed open a door and went inside.

That wasn't the room where the two of them slept together last night.

The courtyard that Xiao Huandu arranged was very large, and it was too spacious for two people. Since there was already more than one room, there was no need for them to squeeze together, both logically and emotionally.

Chu Xianlan stood in the courtyard, lost in thought. Yi Chen's room had never been lit. Once the door was closed, it was as if he didn't exist.

He wondered again, why doesn't Master light a lamp?

Is it possible that there is no light source in that room at all?

Well... should we send some candles in? The lack of light is a serious problem. After all, Master would always want to drink tea, read books, or do something else, right?

In an instant, countless things she wanted to do and reasonable excuses popped into Chu Xianlan's mind, like bubbles rising to the surface and then bursting one by one.

A breeze brushed against the hem of her clothes, and the courtyard fell silent once more.

As the saying goes, the night makes people sentimental.

Ugh.

Is Master angry with him?

Recalling the thrilling events of a few days ago, Chu Xianlan still gets dizzy from the scene, and he remembers every word Yi Chen said.

In the past, Chu Xianlan had also experienced being confessed to by fellow disciples in the Taiyi Sect, and the number of times was not small.

But... this kind of thing happened between him and his master...

This was the first time he had felt so helpless and flustered; he had never imagined facing things this way.

Chu Xianlan felt that she couldn't think too deeply; if she did, it would feel like she had done something wrong.

So all I can do is give vague answers, all I can do is instinctively run away. Like a clueless turtle, even if I know it's wrong.

Hua Ling and Xue Ling, being the most perceptive of each other's expressions, had already seized the opportunity to slip away. Only Yan Ling, arms crossed, said smugly, "Hey, you two are finally not sticking together today. The annoying guy isn't here, let's go and have some fun forging!"

"Knock knock knock".

Suddenly, the sound of knuckles tapping on the door rang out.

"Damn it!" Yan Ling was so angry that her head hurt, and she ran away.

Chu Xianlan turned around and saw Wei Jin leaning against the door, smiling and waving at him.

"Yi Chen's precious darling has been knocked off." Wei Jin said, swinging something around.

The jade pendant has a warm luster and is carved with an intricate and complex lotus and snake design.

Chu Xianlan's eyes lit up as well—that was the magic weapon he had given to his master!

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the thin silver thread connecting the jade pendant had broken in the middle.

In an instant, the shock and difficulty breathing vanished, and Chu Xianlan experienced a strange sense of ease. It turned out that her master hadn't intentionally put it away, nor was he annoyed; the silver thread had simply broken!

Well... that's easy, just fix it!

"Thank you, Junior Uncle!" Chu Xianlan grabbed the jade pendant and turned to run away. Wei Jin looked at him as if he had found a rare treasure and thought it was worthless. He twitched his lips and pulled his junior nephew back.

"Hey, hey, what's the rush?"

Chu Xianlan turned around impatiently, her eyes sparkling, and her tone rising: "Junior Uncle, I want to go back and repair the magic artifacts."

Seeing his impatience, Wei Jin pouted and snorted coldly.

"What's the rush to fix it? You're turning your head into wood." He put his arm around Chu Xianlan's shoulder and said lightly, "Come on, Junior Uncle will take you to relax."

Chu Xianlan frowned. She hadn't noticed it earlier because she was too excited, but now she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on Wei Jin... She knew something was wrong.

"But I—"

"No buts~"

Wei Jin was extremely skilled in light-footed martial arts. He grabbed Chu Xianlan and forcibly took her away without giving the young man any room to refuse.

With a quick grab and a drop, Chu Xianlan was thrown directly into the mountain of stacked wine jars.

Ahhh! He knew it! What kind of entertainment could Junior Uncle possibly have to relax? It's nothing more than drinking.

Drinking itself isn't the problem, the real issue is... Wei Jin gets drunk and starts kissing people randomly! That's the scariest part!

Xiao is still helping people! Why doesn't he do anything about it?

"Drink up, why aren't you drinking?" Wei Jin rested his chin on his hand, shook his head, and lazily looked over with narrowed eyes. "At your age, a little drink won't hurt. Learn from me!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp.

Chu Xianlan gasped.

Wei Jin was a handsome man, but he drank very vigorously, much like the bold and unrestrained style of the Master Zhiyue.

Chu Xianlan dared not imitate him. She was only accompanying him out of her own goodness. She sat to the side, lowered her head to smell the aroma, and took out her cup to taste it.

It's warm, and it tastes pretty good.

After several rounds of heavy drinking, Wei Jin suddenly took long strides and strode over to him.

Chu Xianlan, who was already on guard, stepped back upon seeing this.

"Why are you running?" Wei Jin asked, puzzled.

"Haha," Chu Xianlan laughed, covering her mouth as she tentatively asked, "It's nothing, Uncle-Master, are you drunk yet?"

Wei Jin tossed his hair, a gesture that exuded charm. His smooth, dark hair, cascading down his back, made him look just like a fairy from a storybook. Unfortunately, Chu Xianlan had no interest in appreciating it; her fear of being kissed reached its peak.

Wei Jin squatted down, exhaling a warm breath reeking of alcohol, and smiled at him while resting his chin on his hand:

"Little Xianlan, aren't you curious? What did your master and I talk about?"