Yu Youwei's High-Profile Entrance

Lin Yi used his lightness skill, his figure constantly weaving and leaping through the mountains. After roughly ten minutes, he finally arrived before the grand hall atop the summit.

Nangong Lingxiang stood wrapped in white, ethereal as an immortal. Her snow-white hands rested before her abdomen as she calmly gazed toward the distant horizon, seemingly lost in thought.

Yu Youwei, meanwhile, swung her legs as she sat in a grand chair nearby, scrolling through short videos and giggling nonstop.

"Master..."

After entering the hall, Lin Yi cupped his hands in salute, his tone respectful.

Although he had just received unfair treatment, Lin Yi harbored no resentment over it.

Nangong Lingxiang had taught him profound martial arts and all manner of skills. He remained immensely grateful to this master of his.

Of course, there was also a trace of improper desire and wicked thoughts.

It could not be helped. His master was simply too beautiful, so beautiful that she seemed beyond this mortal world, like a celestial maiden descending from the Ninth Heaven.

She merely stood there, yet heaven and earth lost their color, and all flowers dimmed before her.

Naturally, Lin Yi only dared to entertain such fantasies in his heart. He did not dare voice them aloud.

If he revealed even the slightest rebellious thought, he feared he would be expelled from the sect on the spot.

"I summoned you here because I have an assignment for you."

After looking Lin Yi over, Nangong Lingxiang spoke coolly.

Just as she had anticipated, after being thoroughly beaten by his junior sister, Lin Yi had not only remained unharmed, but his previously unstable foundation had instead been strengthened.

This outcome had been entirely within her expectations.

Speaking of which, every disciple she had accepted was blessed with fortune.

Among them, her