But this position truly embarrassed her, and her master's touch was still so exquisite, so strange.
As his fingers descended, her body actually tingled, and waves of flame spread through her, making her increasingly nervous.
For a moment, she was like a pitiful little kitten, shrinking back slightly, not daring to move.
She felt the cultivation technique circulating ceaselessly through her body.
Seeing his disciple's reproachful gaze, Fang Yang felt rather helpless and could not help explaining.
"Do you think your master is deliberately teasing you? Feel your body carefully. Are you still on the verge of falling unconscious, as you were just now?"
Only at those words did Lian Yue come to her senses. She realized that her mind was indeed no longer as muddled and confused as before, but was gradually clearing instead.
Looking ahead again, she discovered that the pink thread extending from her mind had completely connected with her master's black thread. Moreover, the black thread was emitting a dim glow, constantly transmitting a certain cold aura to her red thread.
As this aura flowed over, she felt that her already damaged foundation seemed to be gradually healing.
Although it was only a trace, it shocked her immensely. The first step was always the hardest; her injuries had already been extremely severe, her foundation completely shattered.
Numerous forbidden techniques and secret methods had proved utterly useless. She had never expected her master to rescue her from a hopeless situation with so little effort.
It seemed her Second Senior Sister had been right: her master truly was the opportunity to change her fate?
For a moment, she was overjoyed. Her peach-blossom eyes instantly lit up, as though shattered stars were burning within them, incomparably bright and dazzling.
It was as though she had broken free of the