"Are you all right?"
Feng Xian'er turned her face toward him, once again the alluring, enchanting beauty of a master.
The murderous aura, the savage brutality, and that overbearing edge that had cowed everyone around her were nowhere to be seen.
"I... I'm fine..."
Lin Shisan frowned, suppressing the churning in his internal organs.
He had never expected his beautiful master to be so fierce, much less that she would beat up even members of the Ling Household for a disciple she had picked up on the cheap.
Looking at his beautiful master again, he found her truly beautiful and dashing, and so spirited-more spirited than many men.
This was the immortal cultivation sect of his dreams, this was the immortal bearing of the wandering heroes in storytellers' tales, this was the world of immortal heroes he had longed for.
Feng Xian'er's single sword strike had awakened him again from the stupor of these past days.
The edges that had been worn away grew back, and the hot-blooded Dark-Skinned Boy of his childhood returned.
"You're fine? You look anything but fine. Come on, come back with your master and have some soup."
With one calm glance from Feng Xian'er, the disciples watching the commotion scattered like birds and beasts, every last one of them retreating.
"Senior Sister Feng..."
The three Trainee Immortal Lords, especially the one who had not spoken, stood there awaiting punishment.
"You can all go back too."
Feng Xian'er grabbed Lin Shisan and leaped away.
When they landed again, they were already in her courtyard.
She reached out her right hand and actually plucked a bowl of Deer Whip Soup out of thin air.
"What are you looking at? Drink it while it's hot."
Feng Xian'er twisted Lin Shisan's head away.
By accident, as they landed, Lin