Su Bei's body stiffened. He instinctively turned his head to glance at his spendthrift disciple, then swallowed hard as he looked at the bottle of water that looked thoroughly improper, which Mò Lí had handed to him.
Lifting his head, he met Mò Lí's cool, clear eyes. Everything seemed completely normal.
A breeze swept past, gently stirring Mò Lí's silver hair.
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