Seven Treasures Mountain.
Lin Ye had cried enough and gradually calmed down. Wiping her moist cheeks, she slightly lifted her head and noticed a large wet patch on her teacher's robe, her face flushing with embarrassment.
With the appearance of a pear blossom bathed in rain, she looked somewhat delicate and silly, completely unlike her usual cold and proud immortal-like demeanor.
"First, go refine the Immortal Grape, and share a strand of Divine Thought with your master to speak," instructed Lu Qingfeng, seeing Lin Ye reveal a little daughter's demeanor and speaking to ease his disciple's embarrassment.
"Ye'er wouldn't dare," said Lin Ye as she stood up, not going to refine the Immortal Grape. Not only was it a rare opportunity to reunite with her master, but even speaking of propriety, it wouldn't be right to converse with her master through Divine Thought.
