"Master…" Chef looked at the person in front of him closely. His heart and his eyes were full of her figure. His hands tightened and then loosened beside his body many times, as though he wanted to do something but couldn't do it out of some concerns. Only his look became more focused, and something soft and gentle seemed to slowly flow out of those eyes.
Lonemoon, "…"
"Alright, go and rest, everyone." He waved at the three disciples behind him.
The three finally saluted and walked away rapidly following Lonemoon. But their eyes couldn't help but drift back frequently towards the two by the mountain gate. The disciples seldom went to the back palace, and Yi Qing had been away from the sect for many years, so they didn't know his relation to Shen Ying, and they couldn't help but get somewhat confused.
