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After the initial shock, Lan Yi felt a surge of happiness. It seemed that his master still cared deeply for Miss Han Yue, otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked him to bring Lan Zewu to the reception hall.
“Actually, I have long wanted to help revive the Guidao Secret Sect. However, the sect’s techniques were completely lost during that heavenly lightning strike. So, for many years, I have been unable to do anything about it. But in recent years, I have found over a dozen disciples of the Guidao Secret Sect who were hiding their identities across the Abyss Continent. I have arranged for them in a very safe place, waiting for the right opportunity.”
Lan Zewu’s beautiful eyes looked at Feng Siyue. “Now, that opportunity has come. Miss Han Yue, I believe in you. You have the ability!”
“Cough, cough, the tea is here, the tea is here!”
Lan Yi brought the tea and stood between Lan Zewu and Feng Siyue, deliberately blocking Lan Zewu’s view. This young master Lan Zewu clearly wanted to poach his master’s people.
As the most loyal subordinate of his master, how could he let that happen?
Lan Zewu sat up straight, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip. Casually, he asked, “By the way, Miss Han Yue, what is the relationship between these two servants and you, Little Tangguo, and Little Mifan?”
As soon as Lan Zewu’s question was out, several pairs of ears perked up.
What was the relationship?
Feng Siyue smiled. “We are just from the same sect. I wonder why Master Lan would ask this?”
Lan Zewu chuckled. “I was just curious. Miss Han Yue, don’t overthink it. I didn’t expect that you would possess both the Tianmen Sword Sect’s Heavenly Mystery Sword and the Guidao Secret Sect’s Cause and Effect Scissors, having such intersections with these two former great sects.”
In his heart, Little Tangguo thought: It’s not just these two. My mother has inherited the largest nine sects and gangs in the world.
At that time, the nine great sects were at their peak, and there was no place for the Vast Academy.
“I have already bought the site of the Guidao Secret Sect and can rebuild it at any time. Miss Han Yue, would you like to come with me to take a look?”
Lan Zewu invited her.
Crack!
An unfinished wooden carving in Di Xuan Shang’s hand turned into powder.
Feng Siyue was silent for a moment. “I may not be able to leave Jiaoyang City for a short time because there are still matters to attend to here!”
“That’s okay. Whenever you are free, you can come and find me. Beiyue is not far from the site of the Guidao Secret Sect!”
Lan Zewu’s voice was very gentle.
The two talked a lot more about the Guidao Secret Sect. Lan Yi had even changed the teapot to a cold one, but Lan Zewu showed no sign of leaving. Who would have thought that the young lord of Beiyue would be such a chatterbox?
After such a long conversation, one could generally gauge a person’s character. Although Lan Zewu was the young lord of Beiyue, he had no airs about him. He was gentle, modest, and highly principled, repaying kindness with gratitude. He was a friend worth making.
Feng Siyue had intended to invite Lan Zewu to stay for a meal, but as she looked up, she saw a tall figure at the door. He wore a silver engraved mask and stood there looking down, his refined jawline barely visible beneath the mask. Even just that small glimpse was incredibly handsome.
From such a difficult angle, there was not a single trace of excess fat. Her fingers itched to lift his mask!
Ahhh, no one had ever worn a mask so well. In her previous life as a supernatural assassin, she had seen many masked peers, but their faces were usually quite ordinary, and some were even shockingly ugly. This had left her with no good impression of masked men!
But this man was different. The moment she saw him, her intuition told her that he was definitely a handsome man.
“Come out, I have something to ask you!”
His tone was very cold, just like his demeanor.
“Ah?” Feng Siyue was momentarily stunned. Hadn’t he shown displeasure towards her and the two children yesterday? Why was he suddenly looking for her now?
Feng Siyue didn’t think much of it and stood up, intending to ask Lan Zewu to wait for a moment. However, Di Xuan Shang turned around and left, seemingly angry!
That wasn’t right. Had they interacted enough for him to be angry? What was he upset about?
Nevertheless, his tall and straight back, broad shoulders, and narrow waist were quite captivating.
She didn’t say much to Lan Zewu and followed Di Xuan Shang.
Little Tangguo and Little Mifan smiled and squinted their eyes, clearly favoring someone over a friend!
Lan Zewu furrowed his brow slightly. Lan Yi, with a cheerful smile, came over and said, “Young Lord Lan Zewu, my master must have something important to discuss with Miss Han Yue. Perhaps you should head back?”
Little Mifan blinked her eyes, seemingly not catching the hint to leave. She stood up and said, “Uncle Lan Zewu, are you leaving? Let me see you off!”
Masked Uncle was angry, which must mean he was jealous!
Although Uncle Lan Zewu was nice, she preferred Masked Uncle more in her heart!
Masked Uncle, I can only help you this far. If you don’t win my mother’s favor, I’ll have to find another father.
Feng Siyue was led by Di Xuan Shang to a practice room, where she saw a few meditation mats. She sat down cross-legged and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him.
She had the air of someone who would keep staring until he spoke.
From this angle, she could just see his sexy jawline!
Di Xuan Shang had never met such a bold woman. Her eyes were so revealing, scanning him up and down as if she wanted to undress him, which left him speechless!
“You have the Heavenly Mystery Sword. Have you received the inheritance of the Sword God?” After a long while, Di Xuan Shang finally spoke.
Feng Siyue, hearing this, thought to herself: You were so aloof yesterday, not asking anything. Now you suddenly call me out to ask this. Your personality is too changeable!
She suddenly didn’t want to answer and playfully said, “Guess!”
Di Xuan Shang slightly furrowed his brow. “If you have also received the inheritance of the Sword God, then you are my junior sister and should call me senior brother.”
“Oh, really? It might be that you are the junior brother!” Feng Siyue said, deliberately provoking him.
“Oh, junior brother, standing like that makes me tired looking up at you. Why don’t you squat down…” Her eyes were seductive, and her voice was full of charm.
Di Xuan Shang suddenly felt like he had stepped into a spider’s web, and his expression slightly changed.
He swallowed, his voice a bit hoarse. “Nonsense, I received the inheritance of the Sword God earlier than you, so you should call me senior brother.”
“Hmm…” Feng Siyue hummed twice. “I don’t want to. Unless you take off your mask, I will willingly call you.”
Feng Siyue stretched out her slender fingers, tugged at his clothes, and said in a seductive voice, “You show me, and I’ll show you, okay?”