Mu Jiuzhou poked the little girl's plump cheeks and asked casually, "Little bun, do you have a master yet?"
Infatuated, little Feng Wu stared at him and shook her head.
Mu Jiuzhou found this chubby little girl the most adorable creature. He chuckled, which was very unlike his usually awe-inspiring self. "In that case, do you want to be my pupil, little one?"
He had the cleanest smell in the world, so elegant that it felt like a crime to even think about defiling him.
A delicate fragrance of plants surrounded him, so refreshing that she couldn't help but want to move closer.
Little Feng Wu clenched her fists in excitement, but she managed to keep her composure and asked, "Are you very capable?"
Mu Jiuzhou rose to his feet and stood ramrod straight. With his hands crossed behind his back, his long, wide sleeves hung down his sides. He looked every bit like what Feng Wu imagined an immortal to be.
