"S-Sect Master?!!"
Luan Jian was about to lose her mind.
Why had he suddenly appeared here without giving the slightest warning?
Could you please knock on the door, Sect Master...
?
Seeing Luan Jian's panic, Han Feng was slightly puzzled. It was not as if they did not know each other; why was she in such a flurry?
Her hand was still in a strange position. Was she practicing some lethal skirt-cleaving sword technique or something?
However, time was pressing, and Han Feng had no leisure to mind other matters. He went straight to the point: "Recently, have you made any progress in your comprehension of swordsmanship and forming your Nascent Soul from the Golden Core?"
Ah.
Luan Jian forcefully reined in her inner panic, thinking to herself how strange it was that this master of hers, usually so engrossed in reading, should suddenly take an interest in her cultivation.
She hurriedly stood up and gave a wry smile. "This disciple's aptitude is dull; I have yet to take that step."
"Follow me." Han Feng nodded, turned around, and walked out of the quiet room.
You-you could have just called out to me from outside, she thought. That would have been so much better.
Feeling her face burn with heat and wearing a look of aggrieved resentment, Luan Jian had no choice but to force her stiff legs to move, following this Sect Master who never played by the rules.
Han Feng paced a few steps, walked to a corner at the peak of the mountain, and plucked a fully bloomed purple chrysanthemum.
Maste…
Chapter 48