"Mentor, that wasn't fair. You hid it from me so thoroughly!"
Jun Ziyi puffed out her cheeks, grievance written across her face. "No wonder back then in Profound Wind City, my bastard old brother came charging in, all fierce and imposing, determined to drag me home. But after going out for a while, he came back with a complete change of heart, practically wishing for me to keep studying in Spirit Prison. The two of you must have met behind my back then, hadn't you? He must have learned that the mentor I kept talking about was you."
Seeing Lu Feng nod in admission, the grievance in Jun Ziyi's heart deepened, her eyes growing red and misty.
In a daze, she recalled scene after scene from Azure Mountain Sword Sect. She remembered how she had once teased Lu Feng and Luo Qingqiu over how inappropriate their embrace had seemed, and mocked the vast disparity in their status.
Thinking back on it now, Jun Ziyi's face flushed with embarrassment.
She also remembered Lu Feng boasting that day, calling himself the "Night Feather Sword Master," only to earn her disdainful glare.
A sudden flicker of panic rose in Jun Ziyi's heart, and an absurd, unrealistic suspicion surfaced in her mind. Could Mentor really be the Night Feather Sword Master?!
The thought had barely emerged before she strangled it in the cradle.
The Night Feather Sword Master possesses Half-Step Saint Soul Realm strength, and he is currently guarding the border between humankind and the Blood Clan. I'm truly muddled—how could I have such an outrageous thought?
Jun Ziyi sighed at herself mockingly. Though she did not believe Lu Feng was such an exalted figure, recalling their past conversation and his promise, she still asked resentfully, "Then when Mentor claimed at Azure Mountain Sword