It really wasn't him who taught her! His heart gave a jolt, and he secretly began to worry.
If he said he hadn't taught this, would his two senior sisters believe him?
Ye Qing froze where he stood, his feet seeming to be nailed to the bluestone slabs by an invisible formation, unable to move even half an inch.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his temples, slowly slid along his jawline, and fell to the ground with a crisp "drip."
Jiang Lu tilted her head at her master, her eyes full of bewilderment as she blanked out for a moment.
She silently pondered, Could Master be so overwhelmed by seeing my extraordinary talent that he can barely contain his excitement?
Oh my~
Being valued so highly by Master was, more or less, a little embarrassing~
Jiang Lu stepped forward half a pace and asked softly, "Master, what's wrong?"
Ye Qing lowered his eyes to meet her clean, bright, utterly untainted gaze. For a moment, even his tongue tied itself in knots, and he squeezed out three words in succession: "You... you... you..."
Looking at Jiang Lu's utterly justified expression, as though she did not think there was anything wrong with herself at all, Ye Qing only felt his head swell.
It was over. So this little disciple really thought he thoroughly approved of her whole line of thinking?
Ye Qing let out a soundless wail in his heart, feeling as though he was about to lose control completely.
A heavy pressure suddenly enveloped him. Ye Qingluan's cold aura, like a frigid moon, and the Grand Elder's steady, weighty pressure both descended, locking Ye Qing firmly in place.
Ye Qing's entire body stiffened, and all that remained in his heart was an endless, collapsing wail.
Help!
He really hadn't