After finishing the portraits of his disciples, Yun Tian was ready to step down. After all, he had finished showing off.
Who would have thought Mingyue Wushuang would speak up again? Yun Tian felt thoroughly put upon. Why does Mingyue Wushuang keep making trouble for me? I just want to be a quiet, handsome man, drink some wine, admire beautiful women, and shoot the breeze. Why do this to me?
Yun Tian looked at Mingyue Wushuang with resentment in his eyes, but she acted as though she could not see it. Xiao Ning'er and the others laughed at the sight.
"Brother Yun Tian has been caught up with Mingyue Wushuang."
"Yes, look at how aggrieved Sir looks."
"But why does Mingyue Wushuang treat Sir like that? Isn't this supposed to be their first meeting?"
"Well, I asked Brother Yun Tian. He saved Mingyue Wushuang once while passing through on a trip, but he left right away without stopping."
"Well... forget it. Let's not think about it."
"Thinking too much gives you a headache."
Yun Tian looked at Mingyue Wushuang.
"Holy Maiden Mingyue, is there anything else?"
"Senior, your paintings have been a great help to my cultivation, so I would like you to paint one for me, too. Of course, I can pay for it. Although it might not be enough, I would still like to ask you to paint one for me."
Yun Tian looked into her eyes and finally admitted defeat.
"All right, all right. Stop looking at me like that. I'll paint one, okay?"
"Wonderful! Thank you, Senior."
Yun Tian was speechless. Do I owe Mingyue Wushuang something? I simply can't resist those eyes. No, once I get back this time, I absolutely have to figure out how Mingyue Wushuang and Nangong Xianyin came to know me.