Jiang Che's departing steps could not keep up with the speed at which his young disciple caught up to him.
Before long, Mo Shangxie caught up with him, followed by a bout of self-reproach from his little disciple.
He ran, she chased; even with wings, he could not escape.
Jiang Che would not scatter bait for nothing. Since he had elevated Mo Shangxie to the Transcendence Realm, he naturally had the confidence to make her devote herself to him.
Otherwise, if he really let his little disciple leave, would that not be a tremendous loss?
Still, to be fair, watching Mo Shangxie utterly unable to restrain her feelings, Jiang Che's kidneys began to ache faintly.
This rebellious disciple had endured a million years of loneliness. She was no longer merely an old dried-up well—she was a volcano that had lain parched for over a million years!
And now, it had erupted outright!
A million years of neglect took Jiang Che a full hundred years to finally calm Mo Shangxie down.
It was said to be a hundred years, but time had long lost all meaning to Jiang Che. In reality, it had been no more than an instant.
Only after accompanying Mo Shangxie did Jiang Che rise to his feet... preparing to meet his most rebellious disciple.
Ji Qingyi!
At this moment, however, Jiang Che's feelings were incomparably complicated. Before returning to the past... he had held no affection for Ji Qingyi at all. He had even found her inexplicable hatred for him absurd.
But now... his feelings for Ji Qingyi had completely changed.
Recalling Ji Qingyi's former attitude toward him, Jiang Che felt that after a million years of settling, her possessiveness should have improved somewhat. After all, she already knew there were many women around him, yet she