Seeing her beloved disciple's somewhat anxious expression, Jiang Miaorou was rendered speechless. Ever since Si Rong had awakened, it seemed that she no longer recognized the beloved disciple before her.
It was not that Si Rong's appearance had changed in any way, but that her temperament had suddenly become cheerful.
That lively temperament, unseen for many years, seemed to have returned to Si Rong. From the female cultivator's expression alone, no one could detect the slightest trace of the sorrow that should have come from suffering a Dao wound and consequently suffering a sharp decline in cultivation.
Such a change was truly difficult for Jiang Miaorou to understand.
If the young man before her had done something to Si Rong, then given Si Rong's temperament, she certainly would not have acted so calmly. She would surely have already lashed out.
Yet although Si Rong's expression was gloomy at this moment and her words were aggressive, Jiang Miaorou was certain that her disciple was not genuinely angry in the slightest.
Not only was Jiang Miaorou somewhat confused by her own disciple—even Immortal Fairy Si Rong herself found her behavior difficult to adapt to.
As she looked at the young male cultivator before her, there was no anger in her heart. Instead, there was an inexplicable fluttering sensation. That sensation was extremely wondrous, bringing her joy, as if the blood throughout her body had suddenly become incomparably smooth.
The changes in her emotions made her delicate body somewhat unsteady, and she constantly felt a faint tremor. It was an indescribable sensation, one she had never experienced from childhood until now.
"Does Immortal Fairy Si not wish to completely cure your chronic illness and recover your cultivation?" Hearing Si Rong's words, Qin Fengming thought rapidly. Knowing that there was no point in saying