Mentor and Disciple in Conversation

Green Wood Sect.

Murong Wanwan returned to the sect and headed straight for her master's Cave Mansion.

Along the way, many of the sect's younger disciples hurried over to pay their respects when they saw the icy Murong Wanwan.

"Greetings, Martial Granduncle!"

"Greetings, Martial—"

"..."

Before the younger disciples could finish speaking, Murong Wanwan gave a cool nod and left at once.

Just then.

Yuan Du saw Murong Wanwan's cool expression and stepped forward. A trace of concern showed in his eyes as he asked:

"Wanwan, did you run into any trouble while you were away? Do you need your Martial Brother's help?"

At this.

Murong Wanwan halted and gave Yuan Du a cold look.

"Please conduct yourself with propriety, Martial Brother Yuan."

"And there's no need for you to concern yourself with my affairs."

With that.

Murong Wanwan drifted away.

Yuan Du watched Murong Wanwan's back as she left, her attitude as cool as ever. He asked himself:

"Can I really win Junior Sister Murong's heart?"

He didn't know, but he didn't want to give up.

A bitter smile appeared on Yuan Du's face. He sighed, then headed outside.

A short while later.

Murong Wanwan arrived before a great hall and bowed.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Come in."

The voice sounded beside Murong Wanwan's ear. The doors then swung open on their own, though no wind stirred.

Seeing this.

Murong Wanwan entered the hall. A beautiful, middle-aged woman sat on the throne.

True Lord Feng Ling looked at her disciple with a cool expression and said evenly:

"Tell me. What happened?"

Her cool voice rang through the hall.

At this.

Murong Wanwan replied calmly:

"At the Golden Core Banquet hosted by the White Cloud Sect, I was indeed careless in that battle."

"Earlier, I wanted to test his abilities. I didn't