The Azure Shadow Sword trembled slightly, continually nuzzling his cheek.
Even with Fang Yang right in front of him.
The Azure Shadow Sword no longer flew over to him, instead staying beside this stubborn, strong boy who had no sense of security.
Just as it had for the past dozen years and more.
Looking at Ye Qinghong, so utterly different from his usual self, Fang Yang could not help feeling a measure of pity.
He gazed at him like that for a long while before walking out into the night.
The moonlight was hazy.
A breeze gently brushed against the window screen.
Ye Qinghong did not know when he had woken up, only that the room was very quiet when he did.
Everything was so uneventful.
He was drenched in sweat, sticky all over, and still held a sword in his arms.
The space before him was empty.
"Master... left?"
He hugged his knees and rested his head on them, letting out a long sigh of relief inwardly, yet inexplicably feeling a little disappointed.
He had no idea where this feeling came from.
Yet it made him feel miserable, with a disappointment he could not put into words.
But just then...
Footsteps sounded outside, and that familiar figure appeared in the room again.
An elegant, otherworldly bearing, deep eyes.
Together with the faint aura of pressure that always surrounded him.
Who else could it be but his master?
"Next time, if you truly cannot bear it, you can say so. There is no need to force yourself, much less hurt yourself. I had someone prepare a bowl of Ginseng Root Porridge for you. You should feel much better after drinking it."
His cool voice carried a measure of gentleness.
As he spoke, Fang Yang took the Ginseng Root Porridge