Seven Treasures Mountain

Seven Treasures Mountain.

Lin Ye cried until she had nothing left, then gradually calmed down. She wiped her damp cheeks, and when she slightly raised her head, she saw a large wet mark on her teacher's robe. Her face immediately flushed red.

After looking like a pear blossom drenched in rain, she had gained a few points of bashful innocence, utterly unlike the cold and proud immortal maiden she had once been.

"Go refine the Immortal Bodhi Fruit first. Send a wisp of your divine sense to speak with me."

Seeing Lin Ye display the bashful manner of a young girl, Lu Qingfeng spoke up and eased his disciple's embarrassment.

"Ye'er wouldn't dare." Lin Ye rose but did not go refine the Immortal Bodhi Fruit. Not to mention that she had finally reunited with her teacher after so long, even just in terms of etiquette, it would not be proper to converse with her teacher through divine sense.

She tidied herself up, restored her composure, bowed to Lu Qingfeng once more, then turned around and brewed a pot of immortal tea.

"That's fine, too."

Lu Qingfeng did not care much for such empty formalities, but seeing Lin Ye busy herself, he did not force her. In any case, it would not delay them for many hours. Besides, there was still some unfinished business outside Seven Treasures Mountain, and things would remain lively for a while. Under these circumstances, even if Lin Ye refined the Immortal Bodhi Fruit, she likely would not be able to settle her mind.

The two sat down.

Lu Qingfeng still remembered the two Daoists suffering in the flames. He spoke, "Those two Daoists ruined your cultivation. Killing them on the spot would not have been excessive. I intended to let them suffer first, watching with their