"Teacher, it has been ten years since I became your disciple."
"These past ten years, I've lived far too comfortably. If this continues, something will happen."
Ji Wushuang said with a smile.
"Living too comfortably can cause problems too?"
Bibi Dong's words seemed directed at Ji Wushuang, yet also seemed to be a question for herself.
"Teacher, shall I comb your hair one more time?"
"This time, you can guide me from the side."
Ji Wushuang suggested.
Bibi Dong glanced back at Ji Wushuang and walked toward the inner room.
Seeing this,
Ji Wushuang followed closely behind.
Bibi Dong sat properly before the dressing table and said calmly, "Do it according to your own ideas. Begin."
"Then I'll begin."
Ji Wushuang took a deep breath and reminded her, "If it hurts, Teacher, remember to tell me. Don't endure it."
"Otherwise, I won't know whether I'm using too much or too little force."
Bibi Dong nodded lightly.
Ji Wushuang did his best to calm himself, making his hands as steady as when he wielded a sword.
"..."
A moment later.
Ji Wushuang looked at his "masterpiece" and met Bibi Dong's gaze in the mirror.
A smile appeared on both their faces at the same time.
"You've improved quite a bit this time."
"And I didn't feel any pain."
Ji Wushuang smiled. "That's because Teacher usually takes such good care of your hair. It's soft and smooth. My skill still needs improvement."
Bibi Dong said nothing further.
She merely watched Ji Wushuang quietly through the mirror.
"..."
After the silence lingered for a moment,
Ji Wushuang said, "Teacher, I'll be leaving now. Remember to eat on time."
With that,
he slowly withdrew from Bibi Dong's bedroom. Once he reached the courtyard,
his entire body transformed into a streak of sword light and