Achoo!
Daoist Wang covered his nose with his elbow, still holding several skewers in his hand.
He frowned and said, "Don't sprinkle so much seasoning!"
Peony made a face beside him, immediately making her movements much smaller.
At Sword Nine's mountain peak, before a brand-new pavilion.
Daoist Wang had transformed into a barbecue master, serving his master and Martial Aunt Jian Wu the chicken wings he had eaten on the cloud platform two days ago. Little Hua Ting, dressed in a disciple's skirt, ran back and forth serving tea and refreshments.
Jian Wu had already started eating.
This acting palace master of the Sword God Palace truly deserved to be called incomparably elegant.
There was not the slightest affectation in her words or manner. Before others, she appeared dignified and beautiful; in private, she was more natural and carefree. At this moment, her pink lips were stained with grease, yet she still relished the simple pleasures of mortals.
Wang Jixuan looked at Jian Wu, then at Sword Nine.
Could Martial Aunt Jian Wu be a little interested in my teacher?
Jian Wu seemed to possess mind-reading abilities and transmitted a laughing rebuke. "Don't imagine things! Your Martial Aunt has devoted herself to the Way of the Sword and has no such worldly thoughts. The one pining after your master is Martial Aunt Jian Qi."
Daoist Wang immediately pictured that graceful, lovely figure.
Compared to Jian Wu's social grace, Jian Qi seemed like the complete opposite. She did not like speaking. During the two times she had appeared, she had mostly stood quietly in a corner. Her voice was gentle as water, and her sword intent was equally soft.
It seemed that Martial Aunt Jian Qi was indeed a better match for his teacher.
Daoist Wang shook his head, telling himself