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

In the dead of night, in the courtyard, Wei Jin lay sprawled out in a wine jar.

He lazily propped his face up with his hand, and only now did he begin to show signs of being slightly drunk.

After all, the little bit of alcohol he drank with Chu Xianlan was just to amuse the child.

Although drinking is an activity that is better enjoyed in a group than alone, Wei Jin always preferred to drink alone in silence.

He rubbed his temples, preparing to call someone to clean up.

"Xiao..."

He only managed to utter one syllable before stopping.

This is not the Taiyi Sect. The White-Eyed Wolf is no longer his disciple.

Wei Jin opened his eyes and immediately felt very bored. He straightened his clothes, tucked his loose hair behind his ears, and got up and swayed as he walked into the house.

Suddenly, an unusual noise came from behind: a cracking sound, the sound of a wine jar being crushed.

Wei Jin suddenly turned his head, and a tall shadow stood behind him.

"Xiao Huandu?"

Xiao Huandu was slightly hunched over, his breathing was heavy and labored, and his eyes, which were hidden by his bangs, shone brightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wei Jin narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong with the other party. His spiritual power also showed signs of frenzy, and his body was surging restlessly.

Xiao Huandu did not answer. Wei Jin clicked his tongue and stepped forward, about to check on the other party's condition, when his wrist was grabbed by a great force.

Xiao Huandu gripped him tightly, and a suppressed plea slowly escaped his throat: "...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to deceive you either, please, forgive me..."

The extremely humble tone startled Wei Jin, who then shook off his hand, turned around, and said coldly, "Why are you saying this now?"

If you're sick, why didn't you do this earlier?

But as soon as he turned around, Xiao Huandu suddenly hugged him from behind.

Wei Jin's face darkened immediately, and he said impatiently, "Let go!"

Xiao Huandu persisted relentlessly, his body burning hot like a furnace, his breath scorching. Under such strange circumstances, Wei Jin suddenly felt a strong sense of threat near his lower back.

Upon realizing what it was, Wei Jin's pupils constricted sharply.

How dare you...

Immediately using his spiritual power to blast Xiao Huandu away, Wei Jin lashed his whip mercilessly, his parted red lips seemingly overflowing with murderous intent, his eyes filled with warning, "Fool, first take a good look at who I am!"

His chest heaved violently with anger, and his fingers, gripping the whip, clenched so tightly they turned white.

Wei Jin showed no mercy with his whip, and blood quickly seeped from Xiao Huandu's shoulder. But he seemed to feel no pain at all, and pounced on Wei Jin again, forcefully pinning him down.

Xiao Huandu's eyes were glazed over, revealing a hint of beastly danger. He bared his canine teeth and bit down on Wei Jin's neck.

The disciple, who usually obeyed his every command, was acting like a madman. Only now did Wei Jin truly panic. His mind was buzzing, "Xiao Huandu!"

Her lips rubbed against his neck, and her hands roamed about restlessly, like a complete mad dog.

Wei Jin knew that Xiao Huandu was not in a good state. No matter how ungrateful Xiao Huandu was, he would not be so easily blinded by lust. He was most likely under some kind of drug... But how could such a thing happen in Peach Blossom Spring?

This place is isolated from the world; outsiders cannot enter, and those who live there rarely leave. If someone secretly drugged Xiao Huandu, who was it, and what was their purpose?

The reason is still unclear, and Wei Jin could only grit his teeth and curse a few times, but it had no effect.

Xiao Huandu's reaction was as if he got more excited the more he was scolded, like a pervert. His movements gradually became impatient, and he gently nibbled at his earlobe with his teeth, his voice low, "...It smells so good."

Enraged, Wei Jin kicked Xiao Huandu directly towards the pillar that Chu Xianlan had hugged.

"Xiao Huandu, do you treat me like a woman?" Wei Jin said resentfully.

Although Xiao Huandu never had a romantic relationship with anyone, he never deliberately hid his preference for women. Most of the Taiyi Sect knew that he was attracted to women.

She clearly had no interest in men, yet when she was in a daze, she tried to use him as an object of relief and venting. What else could it be but treating him like a woman?

Wei Jin felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. He was his master, the lofty and supreme Immortal Lord Zhaoyan, and his pride would never allow him to be treated like this.

...So, Xiao Huandu's apology just now wasn't sincere; he just mistook him for someone else.

What an ingrate!

After raising him for so many years, I still can't tell who he is.

Wei Jin said coldly, "If you're going to get horny, don't do it to me. Get lost."

"Master, don't go."

Wei Jin heard staggering footsteps behind him and turned around in surprise to see Xiao Huandu kneeling at his feet.

Those eyes, usually so defiant, were now misty and wet as they looked up at Wei Jin. He gazed at Wei Jin with pleading eyes, like a wolf cub abandoned by its pack, humbly begging its master not to leave.

Xiao Huandu did not admit his mistake.

From beginning to end, what could make him so distraught, so humble, so willing to kneel down and beg—

There was only one person.