The faces of Jun Linyuan, Feng Xun, and Yu Mingye flashed in her mind in turn, and Feng Wu felt especially sorry for lying to Feng Xun.
“Brother Feng Xun, I’m sorry.” Feng Wu gripped the bottle and apologized in her head. “I want to be able to cultivate again; above all else, I want to wake up my beautiful master. So, I had to take the juice of that Immortal Spiritual Fruit!”
Feng Wu caressed the Dragon and Phoenix Spiritual Ring on her index finger. With a wave of her hand, she entered the ring in her spiritual form, leaving her physical body outside.
Feng Wu had partitioned off a small corner in the ring for her personal belongings and left most of the space empty.
A spacious White Jade Ice Bed stood in the center of the space.
On the bed lay a figure dressed all in white. Fair, slender, and otherworldly, he reminded one of a god descending from heaven.
Feng Wu went up to the bed and knelt down, keeping her back ramrod straight. She stared at that stunning face unblinkingly.
“Master…” Feng Wu murmured at her beautiful master, who lay there with his eyes closed.
His skin was fairer than snow and smoother than jade. He was elegant and poised, and looked as saintly as a banished immortal.
Regardless of how much hardship she had to endure in the outside world, Feng Wu never shed a tear. However, tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she saw her master. Before she knew it, her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Master, we’re almost there.” Tears rolled down Feng Wu’s cheeks as she clenched her fists. “I promise you I’ll refine that Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill when I get back. Will you wake up when I resume my cultivation and activate my True Phoenix Blood?”
As a matter of fact, the main reason Feng Wu took that Immortal Spiritual Fruit wasn’t for her own cultivation. It was just a means to an end, for it was only when she picked up her cultivation again that she would be able to find a chance to save her master!
For that, she was prepared to go against the entire world, let alone Jun Linyuan and Feng Xun. She had to have that Immortal Spiritual Fruit!
Feng Wu would never forget her master’s stunning, dream-like debut for as long as she lived!
She accidentally triggered the Dragon and Phoenix Spiritual Ring when she was three.
Magnolia pedals drifted down, resembling pure, sacred snowflakes.
Her beautiful master strolled out of that ring, carried by a gentle breeze.
His robe was whiter than snow and the soft cloth seemed to flow with the wind.
He stood there tall and upright, looking so solitary and otherworldly.
The sky was an azure blue that day. The trees were a lush green, petals drifted down like falling snowflakes, and birds soared happily in the sky.
However, the moment he walked out, all the light seemed to fall on just him, and everything else was cast into shadow and withered. He became the center of the world.
He crouched down, the layers of his wide, white sleeves spreading out on the ground. He examined the little girl with his brooding, beautiful eyes.
The three-year-old had her hair tied up in two tiny ponytails. She had delicate baby features and fair, tender skin. Her cheeks were as plump and bouncy as steamed stuffed buns, as if they would dimple at the lightest touch.
Mu Jiuzhou had always been an aloof and graceful man. However, he couldn’t help but stick out a bony index finger to poke a lovely, soft cheek.
The little girl let out a soft cry at his touch and slumped onto the ground in slow motion.
Instead of howling like other kids, the little girl rubbed her buttocks with her chubby little hands, but still kept her unblinking gaze on him, her eyes sparkling!
How cute. The haughty Mu Jiuzhou chuckled.
His smile seemed to light up the entire world.
Astonished by his beauty, little Feng Wu only came back to herself just then and was once more lost in a smile more splendid than the sun —