"Yes, Master!" Fu Zhiwen did not dare delay. He hurriedly bowed in reply, then took Qiongqiong's hand. Qiongqiong stared at Xiao Hua for a moment. She did not dare raise her voice either, and followed Fu Zhiwen out of the wooden hut. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Husband, when... when did you take a master? Your master... is very strange!"
"I just took him as my master!" Fu Zhiwen said with a smile. "But I met him years ago. This Lightning Derivation Wood was a gift from Master—I told you about it before."
"Oh, that Daoist sect cultivator you were especially grateful to?" Qiongqiong understood somewhat. "But when you told me about him back then, I didn't think he was particularly formidable. Yet now..."
"Now he's strange?" Fu Zhiwen asked, somewhat confused.
"Yes... very formidable..." Qiongqiong looked toward the cave, spring already blooming in the corners of her brows, her eyes brimming with watery light. She whispered, "Follow this master of yours well. Your cultivation will surely surpass Luokong's one day!"
It had to be said, a daughter's heart turned outward. She had only just met Gu Suqiudi, yet Qiongqiong had already cast aside the affection of their former friendship and begun planning for Fu Zhiwen. She even compared her own husband to someone else's husband.
"That can't be possible, can it?" There was fire in Fu Zhiwen's heart as well, but he still could not help his astonishment. "Zhai Xingzi is a senior at the late Nascent Soul stage. How could I possibly become stronger than him?"
"Heehee, don't worry!" Qiongqiong's little hand clasped Fu Zhiwen's tightly. "I may not be good at anything else, but I have an unerring eye for people. I believe Gu Suqiudi noticed the oddity long ago."
As she spoke, Qiongqiong's body began