After calling her "Master," Han Yu's tightly strung heart finally relaxed. Her vision went black, and she fainted on the spot.
Su Yueli looked at the girl collapsed at her feet and sighed.
She took out a pill from her Storage Pouch and placed it in Han Yu's mouth. Then she bent down, picked up the blood-soaked girl, and took a step forward, vanishing from the mountaintop.
"..."
The next morning.
Han Yu slowly opened her eyes. What greeted her was the familiar ceiling of her chamber.
When Han Qingling, who sat beside the bed, saw her younger sister awaken, her eyes reddened. She abruptly threw her arms around her.
Her tearful voice brimmed with heartache. "You little brat, you're finally awake! You nearly scared me to death last night!"
Han Yu weakly raised a hand and patted her sister's back, comforting her. "Sis, I'm fine... Look, I did it. Senior Su agreed to take me as her disciple!"
At that moment, Han Yu felt immensely fortunate.
She secretly made up her mind. She had to grow stronger at all costs and never betray this opportunity she had traded her life for. From now on, she would never allow her father's tragedy to repeat itself in the Han Household.
"You're awake?"
A calm voice came from the doorway.
The sisters turned toward the sound and saw Su Yueli standing there, though neither knew when she had arrived.
Ignoring her injuries, Han Yu hurriedly threw back the covers, climbed out of bed, and bowed. "Master!"
Su Yueli gave a slight nod, the corners of her lips curving faintly upward.
Looking at the determined girl before her, Su Yueli silently pondered.
Since the karmic bond of master and disciple had already formed, she would naturally teach her with all her heart.
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