The light screen dissipated, and Yafeng stood with her hands behind her back.
As the gentle breeze blew through the bamboo forest, her purple clothing fluttered lightly. Her exquisitely beautiful face showed almost no expression, truly like an ice-cold beauty.
"Senior sister, you..."
Chen Nan, with a cheeky grin, was about to speak when Yafeng unceremoniously interrupted him, "How is our master doing?"
"As good as ever."
Chen Nan scratched his head as he spoke and continued, "Senior sister, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you. I wonder if I should ask or not."
Yafeng glanced at him, "Then don't ask."
"Can't you cooperate with me just a bit?"
Chen Nan didn't bother seeking her approval and directly asked, "Why can't you leave the Purple Bamboo Forest?"
Yafeng directly ignored his question, slightly raised her head to look at the sky, and in her icy eyes appeared a hint of tenderness. Moments later, she asked, "Has master... ever taken a wife?"
