"Master..."
When Lin Shisan woke, he saw Feng Xian'er sitting beside him, with a bowl of Deer Whip Soup on the table.
Today, Feng Xian'er wore a blue robe that trailed along the floor.
Her dark hair was loosely pinned up with a single wooden hairpin. She had less of her usual languid allure and a little more cool, otherworldly grace.
"Master... Master, when did you get back?"
Lin Shisan shuddered and sat bolt upright in bed.
Because of the Ghost Flower, he had barely slept all night.
He had been hesitating over whether to bring the Ghost Flower inside.
Clearly, Mu Ling'er had not asked him to bring the Ghost Flower into the Nine Yang Pavilion without a purpose. There had to be a reason he did not know.
Though he had experienced some unpleasantness since arriving at the Danyang Sect, overall, he had nothing to complain about.
His beautiful master, Feng Xian'er, in particular, had shown him every care and consideration.
If the Ghost Flower implicated her and got her punished by the sect, he would have wronged her terribly.
"I've been back a little while."
Feng Xian'er looked at Lin Shisan with her otherworldly gaze, her voice full of concern. "You little brat, you're this grown-up and still can't look after yourself. Another day, I'll get you two personal servant disciples from the sect. Would you like male servants or female servants?"
"Personal servants?"
Lin Shisan sounded surprised.
"Yes. You're my disciple now. Under the sect's rules, you're entitled to two servant disciples to look after your meals and daily needs."
"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Did you pour out all the Deer Whip Soup while I was away these past few days?"
"No... no... I drank it all."
Only then did Lin Shisan