Little Bamboo Peak, atop the high platform.
Feeling Su Han's actions, Shui Yue was slightly taken aback, but her heart soon warmed.
Still, she was somewhat unaccustomed to it. She could only feel Su Han's hands holding her shoulders, making her body grow slightly warm.
Shui Yue pressed her lips together tightly, trying hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart.
Her body tensed as she shook her head at Su Han. "Xiao Han, you needn't do this. You just fought Wen Min—aren't you tired?"
Shui Yue's voice trembled slightly, carrying a trace of barely perceptible panic.
Su Han merely smiled gently. "It's all right, Master."
"By the way, Master, what did you call me over to ask? You still haven't said."
Seeing Su Han insist, Shui Yue could not continue refusing. She could only sit uneasily while pretending to remain calm.
She lowered her eyes slightly, as though trying to conceal her discomfort, her fair, slender fingers unconsciously clasping together.
At the same time, she said to Su Han, "Xiao Han, among the younger generation of disciples in the entire Qingyun Sect, Wen Min may not be exceptionally strong, but she is certainly not weak."
"Yet just now, you defeated her so easily."
"Master wishes to ask: what was that ability you used just now?"
"A spell? Or perhaps..."
"A special innate divine ability?"
Shui Yue was extremely nervous. After all, this matter was of great importance.
If it was merely a spell, that would be easier to accept.
But if it was an innate divine ability, then Su Han's talent might have already surpassed Ancestor Qingye's.
After all, no matter how powerful Ancestor Qingye had been, he was ultimately not an immortal.
But the one born with a third eye was the renowned Daoist immortal, Erlang Shen!
Hearing