The delicate texture carried the unique warmth of a girl's skin.
When he touched Ye Lingyue's hand, Zitang Su's hand slightly trembled, as if an indescribable tingling sensation ran from his fingertips throughout his body.
Mysteriously, a phrase flashed through Zitang Su's mind.
Fingers are connected to the heart—does that mean he touched her heart?
"Master Zi?" Ye Lingyue wondered.
Zitang Su's face turned slightly red, yet he was reluctant to let go of Ye Lingyue's hand. He knew that once he let go, it would be two years before he would see her again.
If it weren't for that agreement, he truly wanted to go to the ancient battlefield with his disciple.
However... a fledgling eagle must learn to fly high. His Ye Lingyue shouldn't be confined to the narrow skies of the Qing Province Continent.
Zitang Su took out a parasol leaf and placed it in Ye Lingyue's hand.
"Master Zi, why is it a leaf again? Could it be that this leaf also holds a transmission array?"
