im, with expressions that seemed to want to laugh but couldn't. 。Ning Shu's ears were slightly flushed, an indescribable shame washing over her, accompanied by a heart-stopping tremor of anxiety. 。He...How did Si Kong Hengyu know

Ning Shu's mind went blank for a while. At first, she didn't even try to defend herself. Instead, she carefully considered the meaning behind those words. The other person seemed to know her very well.

The boy who had come to a clear understanding suddenly lost all color in his face.

Sīkōng Hè's aura pressed down, incredibly strong and domineering, inescapable: "This time, I'll let it slide. But if Master finds out next time...I won't forgive you."

"But Ning Shu just stared blankly at the man before her for a long while before she said, “ ... This disciple was merely going out to clear my head. Does even Master need to concern himself with this”

Sī Kǒng Héng yù chuí móu, jiāng shào nián bào rú huái zhōng.

He whispered, “Don't you remember what those people in the sect said about you two years ago” He said calmly, “There are too many rumors and gossip. Even if my cultivation base is powerful, I can't stop everyone's mouths.”

Ning Shu stopped talking.

He almost forgot about this, and for a moment couldn't refute the statement. Instead, he had brought quite a bit of trouble to Tianqifeng and Sikong Hengyu.

But Ning Shu always felt that something was wrong.

The boy pursed his lips, unable to figure out what was wrong. When he sensed the slight chill of her snowy body, he shifted uncomfortably and opened his mouth to say, "Master, I'm an adult now..."

Sikuohengyu went to help the young man's slender waist, that cool breath brushed past his ear, and then said: "If you count by seniority, I am much older than you."

Ning Shu didn't speak again.

The cultivation world doesn't care much about age; cultivators live far longer than ordinary humans. He was eighteen now, but Si Kong Hengyu had already lived for many years. If you were to calculate his seniority according to human standards, his master could be his great-great-grandmother!

At the thought of this, the boy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But at the same time, I'm a little curious. Sikong Hengyu has been renowned in the cultivation world for so long. Now that his cultivation base is unfathomable, how many centuries has he lived

But curiosity aside, Ning Shu wouldn't be foolish enough to ask her master her age directly.

He opened his mouth and stammered, "But... but as a disciple, I feel something is not quite right..."

The boy carried a faint, soft scent about him, perhaps he was unaware of it himself.

But Sikong Hengyu caught a whiff of the fragrance. He held his soft-bodied disciple in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he said nonchalantly, "Is something wrong"

Ning Shu pursed her lips, her face was already quite thin.

It was almost embarrassing to ask him to say those words aloud. He felt a surge of annoyance, realizing that Si Kong Hengyu must have known all along, yet he chose to pretend ignorance.

Ning Shu couldn't stand it anymore, he tugged at the man's snow cloak.

"Don't move."

Si Kong Hengyu grasped the young man's arm and then leaned in. He kissed his soft neck, leaving a slightly cool and tingling sensation.

Ning Shu's face flushed hot, her heart suddenly feeling grasped by something.

...and there was also a nameless feeling of shame and humiliation.'s words are definitely not true. Jiang Xiao could guess how much complexity the other party was trying to hide behind those words. 。But he didn't say anything on the surface. When he looked at Zhao...