Su Yuan's head... seemed to be a little too sensitive.
Even a casual strike from Taihua Tianji had a guaranteed-hit effect against cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm.
Yet Su Yuan wasn't even a Golden Core Cultivator, and he had actually dodged a sword strike from him. That was simply too absurd.
With the thought of giving it another try, Taihua Tianji slapped another sword strike toward Su Yuan's head.
Bang—
Su Yuan was sent flying, his head embedding itself in the wall.
Much better.
So Su Yuan's dodge just now had probably been a coincidence.
You scared me. I thought even I, the teacher, couldn't discipline my student anymore.
Watching Su Yuan crawl out of the wall, covered in dust and dirt, Taihua Tianji felt immensely refreshed.
But the next second, the Crimson Origin Sword finally realized what had happened. Anger surfaced on her pretty face:
"Taihua Tianji! You... you actually hit your own disciple! I hate you!"
As she spoke, she hurried forward and helped Su Yuan up.
Su Yuan rubbed the lump swelling on his head, then held Chiyuan's little hand as he said:
"Chiyuan, your master is your lifesaver, after all. He treats you as his own daughter, so what you said just now hurt him too much."
"Besides, it's only right and proper for a master to discipline his disciple. Let's endure it, and it'll pass."
"Once he's gone a hundred years from now, we'll go from daughters-in-law to mothers-in-law, and all his gold coins will drop for us. Isn't that right?"
Hearing Su Yuan's gentle consolation, the beautiful eyes that had been glimmering with tears—as if she might gut Taihua Tianji at any moment—finally softened.
Taihua Tianji: "..."
I don't dare open my eyes. I hope all of this is just an illusion.
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