Shi Yan was on the verge of tears, filled with grievance and extreme regret.
Heaven was unfair!
Had he known Jiang Lu possessed a semi-divine artifact, he would have fought to take her no matter what. Who cared about first come, first served? Who cared about sect rules? Who said a cultivator could only have one master?!
Since she had come to the Flowing Cloud Sect, she was a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect.
No matter how renowned the Medicine King Pavilion was, it was ultimately only a corner of the alchemy world. How could it compare with the ancient foundations and countless prodigies of the Flowing Cloud Sect?
The mere three words "Flowing Cloud Sect" carried the lofty bearing of a top immortal sect, surpassing the Medicine King Pavilion a hundredfold!
Shi Yan savored the thought over and over, growing more frustrated the more he thought about it.
Crimson Reed Domain—Flowing Cloud Sect—Jiang Lu.
That combination rolled right off the tongue.
Just listen to it. Wasn't it better than Medicine King Pavilion? Didn't it fit perfectly?
Watching her master look so full of remorse and unwillingness, Fu Yao blinked her clear eyes softly. Her lips moved, but in the end, she swallowed every word, hesitant to speak.
There was no use regretting it now. He couldn't truly snatch a disciple from Martial Uncle Ye, could he?
It was not that she looked down on her own master, but Martial Uncle Ye was famously protective of his own. All it would take was one faintly aggrieved look from him, and Master would forcibly swallow every thought of competing, not daring to utter a single word.
Why make trouble for himself? He could neither seize nor fight for her; it would be nothing but asking for humiliation.
Fu Yao secretly