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However, the fact that her master liked her still surprised her greatly.

When did it start?

Perhaps it was because, in this illusion, her senior brothers and sisters left one after another, leaving only her by her master's side, that he felt lonely?

Just by looking into her eyes, Bai Fu knew what she was thinking.

He knew that Qiaoqiao had no feelings for him, so he always upheld his position as her master and never did anything to make things difficult for Qiaoqiao.

"Master..."

"I admire my master very much," she said. "I think there is no one in the world more capable or more handsome than my master!"

Qiaoqiao once again expressed her opinion on being a sucker for good looks.

Bai Fu smiled faintly, "Then, Qiaoqiao, can you grant your master a request?"

"What request?"

He looked at the silver sword formation floating in the sky, coughed softly, and said, "Until this sword formation disappears, don't treat me as your master anymore. Let's spend the rest of our days together."

Qiaoqiao felt that she seemed to have no choice.

What she and Bai Fu were doing was, frankly, just waiting to die.

She's just a little unaccustomed to not treating her master as her master, and she doesn't know how to act.

Meeting her questioning gaze, he smiled again, his expression gentle, "You can start by calling me by my name."

"White..."

"Bai Fu?"

For some reason, just calling her master's name made her ears burn and her palms feel hot.

"Um."

"Qiaoqiao."

His voice was gentler than the clouds in the sky.

Everyone says that Immortal Venerable Wanghan is cold, aloof, and unapproachable, Qiaoqiao thinks they've really misunderstood. Master... Bai Fu, is clearly the gentlest person in the world.

At least that's how it is for her.

After that day, the two settled down on the Ethereal Peak.

Qiaoqiao felt that the entire Ethereal Peak was too quiet.

There were only the two of them alive; no birdsong, beasts, or insects could be heard. It was so quiet that only the sound of her footsteps on the withered leaves could be heard. She visited the graves of her senior brothers and sisters, and her heart was still filled with turmoil.

She felt that it shouldn't be like this.

My senior brothers and sisters are all very nice people.

Even though her junior sister was a little lazy and mischievous, and couldn't even establish her foundation in ten years, they still treated her very well.

They were the best people in the world to her.

When she was feeling grief and indignation, Bai Fu would call her, "Qiaoqiao, come practice your sword."

In fact, they all knew that practicing swordsmanship under these circumstances was pointless.

But you have to do something to pass the time.

Qiaoqiao walked into the plum grove. The white plum blossoms on the branches looked like pure snow. She suddenly remembered that in the illusion she had seen Bai Fu teaching her swordsmanship.

She realized that perhaps they spent more time together in the illusion than in reality.

The sword she held in her hand was still the same Remnant Snow Sword. Having integrated the sword intent of the Three Swords of High Antiquity and the meridians, her swordsmanship was now far superior to what it used to be. She only needed to strike once to make the plum branches sway gently, and the petals fluttered to the ground.

Without counting, she knew that it was a plum blossom with ninety-nine petals.

Not too many, not too few, not a single petal damaged.

She raised the corners of her lips smugly, "Aren't I amazing?"

A faint smile appeared in Bai Fu's eyes. He had carefully nurtured a small flower, and finally saw it bloom, even more beautiful than he had imagined.

Qiaoqiao walked up to him, her eyes darting around, and she had another idea.

She pulled him to sit down by the tree. "Master... Bai Fu, don't move."

He bent down, picked up a plum blossom petal from the ground, and placed it on his forehead.

The ethereal face of the immortal lord, adorned with this single plum blossom petal, suddenly came alive with vibrant beauty. She picked up a second petal, and then heard him sigh softly, "Qiaoqiao— "

She turned her head, intending to place the second petal on her lips, but Bai Fu was just getting up, ending this childish game. With a slight tilt of her head, their four lips were pressed together.

This was an unexpected kiss.

She felt both ashamed and embarrassed; her heart was pounding and her face was burning red.

Before Bai Fu could speak, he hastily deserted and ran away.

He was left alone in the woods, standing silently for a long time.

After that, the days passed by Rushui.

In their world, which consisted only of the two of them, they found many things to do to pass the time.

Brew wine with white plums and brew tea with snow water.

Bai Fu enjoys playing the zither and chess, while she enjoys being mischievous; their relationship complements each other perfectly, creating a unique and interesting dynamic.

We've gotten used to seeing each other the moment we open our eyes, and we've gotten used to walking hand in hand through the plum grove.

One day, Qiaoqiao suddenly had a whimsical idea.

I want to eat amaranth.

"?"

"It's that kind of dish that can turn rice red."

Bai Fu certainly knew what it was, but he had already Grain Avoidance and did not eat ordinary food. Qiaoqiao ate the elixirs stored in the cave abode every day as if they were candy, so she did not need to eat meals.

Given the situation, Bai Fu wouldn't say anything to her.

She never asked for a meal.

"I remember seeing other people eat it when I was very little," she said. "I don't know why, but I just really wanted to eat it."

She was taken up the mountain by Bai Fu when she was five years old. She still remembers things from the human world, which were before she was five. At that time, she was a little beggar in a dilapidated temple, living by picking up scraps of food. Perhaps she saw other people eating this dish.

Bai Fu felt a pang of heartache but agreed.

The two explored every inch of Ethereal Peak, even searching through caves. They even found a secluded corner where wild amaranth grew. That day, Immortal Venerable Wanghan personally cooked several rustic dishes, and Qiaoqiao ate three large bowls of them.

She had no idea that Bai Fu could cook!

I learned a little bit from Changyun before.

"Then... can you cook for me every day from now on?"