"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao?"
Her master's gentle call pulled Yu Xiaoyan from her thoughts. A seasoned actress, the young girl looked up, a troubled expression naturally forming on her face.
"Uhm, I'm sorry, Master... Xiaoxiao was too engrossed in cultivation last night. Paired with the shock from failing at Sword Control just now, I'm feeling a bit dazed and tired."
Pei Yuhang nodded and set Yu Xiaoyan down.
"Since you're tired, Xiaoxiao, you should hurry back to your room and rest. As for your Divine Soul, I'll find a suitable Elixir and Cultivation Technique soon. I'll call for you when I have them."
Yu Xiaoyan opened her mouth, about to say that there was really no need for her master to be in such a hurry. In fact, if possible, she wanted to drag the matter out for as long as she could.
Then, as her master bent down to set her down, the collar of his robes slipped, revealing his reddened and swollen collarbone...
The mark of a bite was clearly visible on his fair skin.
