After repeatedly examining the young woman before him and confirming that she really was Guiyuan, Su Yuan felt a little unsettled.
Just what ancient era was he in? The mighty Saintly Law Heavenly Monarch was only at the measly Qi Cultivation Stage—and working as a gate guard at a tiny sect.
Could this be the era from Fake Chu Jiang's memories?
Meanwhile, noticing Su Yuan looking her way, Guiyuan's little face took on a nervous expression.
"Last time I reported to the steward that you were slacking off, it was to make you realize your mistake. You... you won't hit me, will you?"
Looking at the golden-haired girl's anxious expression, Su Yuan was slightly taken aback, a strange feeling welling up inside him.
This girl was so young, yet already such a stickler for the rules. No wonder she'd devote herself to advancing and refining the laws in the future.
But it seemed that her excessive honesty had also earned her the dislike of many people around her. The Outer Disciple whose identity he'd assumed, along with the others, would bully her from time to time.
How tragic for a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
Even though this was only an illusion and the girl before him was just a phantom, she was still a projection of his own Grand Elder. Su Yuan felt that if he could, he should help her out and not let some Tom, Dick, or Harry bully her.
With that in mind, Su Yuan cleared his throat and put on what he thought was a gentle smile.
"Guiyuan, you wouldn't want to keep getting bullied by your fellow disciples, would you?"
At the seductive sound of his voice, the girl's delicate body trembled. She had a feeling Su Yuan was about to do something even more terrifying