Even though his Master's figure was perfect, he didn't harbor a single disrespectful thought.
This was definitely not self-deception.
He understood clearly that, from some point onwards, the filial devotion in his heart had undergone a subtle, fundamental shift.
However!
The affection he had for his Master differed entirely from his feelings for his three female fellow disciples, and even from Martial Uncle Su, about whom he had fantasized countless times in his dreams.
There were no more improper thoughts.
It was pure love—clearlove.
If he could, he wouldn't even mind if time stood still, allowing him to quietly gaze at her like this.
For a thousand years, for ten thousand years.
Fourteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. I've grown so handsome in this life, yet Master is still as stunning as when I first saw her.
A gentle smile touched Lin Xiao's lips as he gazed tenderly at his Master before him.
At this moment, the candlelight flickered within the cave.
