Sima Yifeng felt terribly wronged. He tried to pester her again, but with a sweep of Song Yaoyao's sleeve, he flew out of the room. The door then slammed mercilessly shut.
Staring at the tightly closed door, Sima Yifeng wailed:
"Master, you're so heartless!"
A quiet voice drifted out from inside:
"If you keep wailing, I can be even more heartless."
At those words, Sima Yifeng fell utterly silent!
He knew just how devious Song Yaoyao could be!
His master was an immortal now. His paltry skills were nothing before her.
Inside the room, Song Yaoyao turned around and saw Master Liaoran.
"Old monk, do you want to become young again too?"
Master Liaoran shook his head.
"Beautiful or ugly, it is merely a sack of skin!"
"Then what do you want with me?"
Now that Song Yaoyao was an immortal, Master Liaoran no longer called her Imperial Preceptor. Instead, he addressed her simply as "Benefactor."
"Benefactor, this old monk wishes to accompany you to the Cultivation World and take a look."
Song Yaoyao sized him up and said:
"You're aiming high!"
"Didn't your master give you a number of places for people to travel to the Cultivation World? Could you take me along, Benefactor?"
"You even divined that?"
Master Liaoran said nothing, tacitly admitting it.
This old monk did have a few tricks up his sleeve.
"You want me to take you to the Cultivation World, but you're not going to offer anything in return?"
Song Yaoyao did not actually want anything from Master Liaoran. This old monk had always bullied her before. Now that the wheel of fortune had turned, it was her turn to bully him.
"What would you like, Benefactor?"
"What do you have?"
"Whatever catches your eye, Benefactor, you may take."
Song Yaoyao looked