Was Master going to... take advantage of me?
Ye Qinghong was bewildered, a little embarrassed, a little angry, and faintly delighted.
Though even he did not know where that delight had come from.
Then that gentle voice sounded beside his ear again.
"My disciple, night envelops us. This is precisely when the aura of the mortal world surges. You must seize this moment."
"Relinquish control first. Let your master control your... sword!"
"Feel carefully how your master's hand... wanders."
The steady voice startled Ye Qinghong awake. He looked up and saw his master, impassioned and brimming with righteousness.
And so... guilt filled his heart.
His master was teaching him swordsmanship with perfectly innocent intentions, yet he had entertained such thoughts.
It really was...
Utterly inexcusable.
Guiltily, he relinquished control of the Azure Shadow Sword, letting his master hold his hand and control the Azure Shadow Sword through it.
His cool, beautiful body lay in Fang Yang's arms, held tightly in his embrace.
His back pressed against Fang Yang's chest.
His body was stiff and trembling.
He nearly bit his lip bloody.
Chapter 94: Bear with It
Beneath the night sky, master and disciple embraced.
Practicing their swordsmanship in peace.
Ye Qinghong bit his lip hard.
His earlobes were crimson.
Enveloped by that overbearing aura, he felt as though he might faint.
Fang Yang was just as uncomfortable, but to display his authority as a master before his disciple, he kept his face as expressionless as possible.
Holding the other's hand, he slashed out.
The sword flashed through the night like a startled swan glimpsed through a gap.
It traced a graceful arc.
So breathtaking.
Leaving shallow marks on countless bamboo leaves.
"My disciple, have you memorized that stroke?"
Fang Yang's voice was gentle. He still held Ye Qinghong, his tone