Her voice was no longer as cool and detached as before. Instead, it was filled with tremors caused by agitated emotions—and from it, Chu Ge could clearly taste that intense panic.
"Master, look into my eyes. Do I really look like someone who's lost his senses?"
Chu Ge gave Luo Huangjun no chance to catch her breath.
He stepped toward her.
The distance between them had originally been about an arm's length. With this step forward, it shrank to mere inches—so close they were nearly touching.
At such proximity, both of them could already feel the warmth of each other's breath.
Luo Huangjun was tall and slender herself—by his previous world's measurements, she stood at about 175 centimeters.
But Chu Ge was even taller and more imposing. Now, advancing with a forceful posture, he directly blocked her entire field of vision.
At this moment, no matter how this cool and aloof Taihuang Saint Lord tried to shift her gaze, it was useless.
Because now, within Luo Huangjun's sight, there was only Chu Ge—there could only be him.
Dominating her field of vision so completely, a smile involuntarily curved at the corner of Chu Ge's lips.
Watching his master's trembling pupils, he spoke again:
"Master, well? Does your disciple show even the slightest sign of having lost his senses?"
Luo Huangjun stared into Chu Ge's pair of brilliant, radiant eyes. She could have chosen to lower her head and avoid his gaze.
But at this point, what meaning was there in burying her head like an ostrich?
Besides, who knew whether doing so would only push Chu Ge into even bolder, even more outrageous behavior.
"Y-you…"
Luo Huangjun had never been good with words to begin with, and with her thoughts now in complete turmoil, she truly did not know how to answer him.
"I—I say you have lost your senses, so you have lost your senses! You are not allowed to go against me. I am your master…"
In the end, she could only helplessly choose to "give up," resorting to shameless stubbornness.
By the time she finished speaking, her words carried very little confidence at all.
Because she realized that she had repeatedly emphasized her identity as his master in front of Chu Ge—yet Chu Ge had never restrained himself because of it.
Not only that, he often intensified his behavior instead.
Just like now—Luo Huangjun could clearly see that the moment she uttered the word "master," the already fiery light in Chu Ge's eyes grew even more intense.
It was as though the very identity of "master," to Chu Ge, was not a taboo at all—but rather kindling that only fueled his flames.
"Master jests. How could your disciple ever defy you?"
Hearing this, Chu Ge smiled casually. The body that had been pressing forward retreated slightly.
The distance between the two was no longer as close as it had been before, when they were nearly pressed together.
Tight and loose. Advance and retreat.
Chu Ge knew well that pressing too hard was not a good thing. Only with proper tension and release could he better control the overall situation and keep his cool master firmly in hand.
Seeing that Chu Ge was no longer as aggressively pressing as before, a trace of relief flashed through Luo Huangjun's eyes.
Her heart also eased slightly. She had truly feared that Chu Ge would do something even more outrageous. If it had come to that, she would have had only one option left.
Running away might be disgraceful—but it was effective.
If she couldn't deal with Chu Ge, at least she could run, right?
Although being chased into flight by one's own disciple would severely damage her dignity as a master…
In truth, Luo Huangjun felt that her authority as a master had already been nearly shattered when it came to Chu Ge.
Yet alongside that sense of relief, an uncontrollable feeling of guilt toward Chu Ge began to rise from the depths of her heart.
'Did what I just did… hurt his feelings?'
Luo Huangjun began to feel guilty about her earlier actions.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had done something wrong.
She even felt that the smile on Chu Ge's lips at this moment now seemed, in her eyes, to carry a hint of bitterness.