"Come on, didn't you see Martial Emperors plenty of times when you were young?" Hu Zhong, having grown somewhat closer to Song Yiyan, could not help teasing her.
He then glanced at Gu Qingfeng, who was still completely focused on his cultivation with his eyes closed, a hint of amusement appearing on his face.
"The lad is indeed quite handsome. I suddenly feel that this young lady's heart in following the Martial Emperor's footsteps may not be entirely sincere."
"Who knows whether she is following the Martial Emperor's footsteps, or someone else's."
"..."
Teased by Hu Zhong like this, Song Yiyan blinked twice without expression. Her lovely cheeks gradually reddened, then turned bright crimson.
"Senior, don't, don't make fun of me." Song Yiyan's voice carried an inexplicable hint of guilt.
"Fine, fine. This is none of my business anyway. You should explain it to your mother," Hu Zhong said with a shrug and a smile.
The moment he finished speaking, a streak of light swept down from the sky. It was Song Yiyan's Grandmaster mother.
After Lan Jin arrived, her first glance fell upon Song Yiyan. Only after confirming that her daughter was unharmed did her furrowed brows ease.
"Yiyan, I have heard all about what happened. Come back with me." Lan Jin descended and spoke sternly to Song Yiyan.
The danger of this incident had worried her greatly, so her tone was somewhat harsh.
Otherwise, when Song Yiyan usually went out to play, she would not have confined or restricted her.
"Mother, I'm still participating in the Nine Provinces Martial Competition. Next, I still have to go to Maple City and continue advancing," Song Yiyan muttered softly, shrinking her neck.
It was clear that she still held some awe toward her mother. Especially when Lan Jin was this unsmiling,