The moment Lou Sheng led Ye Wanqing out, she could not help asking, "What's wrong with Master now?"
Lou Sheng thought for a moment, then chuckled. "Perhaps Su... Senior Su has put too much pressure on him." A month had passed since Su Jiu awakened, but Lou Sheng still had not quite gotten used to addressing a female cultivator younger than himself as his senior.
Ye Wanqing pursed her lips. "And here I thought he was going through a belated menopause."
Lou Sheng laughed. "If Master hears that, you'll probably get another beating."
Ye Wanqing lifted her chin, looking rather pert and charming. "Who... who's afraid of him?"
Seeing how Ye Wanqing was clearly scared to death yet still refused to admit it, Lou Sheng laughed even more cheerfully.
But the smile soon faded from his lips.
Beneath a crabapple tree, a young man and woman stood facing each other.
The woman had her head slightly lowered, an unnatural blush tinting her ears, and her smile was warm and sweet. The man raised a hand and gently brushed the fallen crabapple petals from her head. Perhaps because he had always been so solemn, there was not a trace of a smile on his face, but his features were visibly softer than before.
Lou Sheng watched for a while, then put on a smile again and walked over with his junior sister.
The little fool remained oblivious, not even noticing anything amiss between the pair.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you've been slacking off quite a bit lately. What is it? Are you already absolutely confident about the Grand Tournament?" Lou Sheng's voice was gentle, but every word bristled with sharp thorns.
Aside from Ye Wanqing, who heard nothing out of the ordinary, the other two fell silent.
The blush at Ouyang Yanyu's