Bie Xuening, the Plaything

Noon.

The daylight was just right.

Zhao Ruohan, Ye Zhiwei, and Lin Xuanxuan had gone out to sightsee around the Sword Sect.

After sending a message, Chi Jiuyu and Zhang Yunlu made their way to the Sword Ancestor Hall.

Since Bie Xuening had already exposed her disguise yesterday, Chi Jiuyu did not, as before, put on an air of profundity and linger outside the hall. She entered directly and headed deeper inside.

Yet rather than going to that training ground as they usually did, they were led by Xu Xing to a room they had never visited before.

Within the enormous storage cabinets embedded in the surrounding walls sat fist-sized spheres of light. Countless faint glimmers flickered overhead, like a vast sea of stars.

Xu Xing reclined in a chair on the inner side of the room. Bie Xuening sat beside him, with a plate of grapes between them.

Master is here too?

"Greetings, Master and Martial Uncle." x2

"Mm." Xu Xing answered casually.

At that very moment, Bie Xuening held out a peeled grape, and he simply opened his mouth and accepted it.

Rumble!

The two of them felt as though ten thousand bolts of lightning had struck them at once, leaving them frozen stupidly in place.

It was only the most ordinary gesture, but...

Was that really something that should happen between Master and Martial Uncle?!

How could their Master, who embodied both violence and volatility, possibly do something like that?!

Fake!

It had to be fake!

Everything they were seeing had to be an illusion!

"Master, did you take the wrong medicine?" Chi Jiuyu blurted out instinctively.

Zhang Yunlu froze beside her, then whipped her head around to stare at her, disbelief filling her eyes.

Senior Sister thinks she hasn't been strung up and whipped enough lately?!