Lu Xun looked into Lin Chan's eyes, and couldn't help but smile.
He rubbed her head and said, "As your master, I won't practice sword cultivating technique every day. Even if you want to help me, Lin Chan, you can't."
In his opinion, it was not appropriate to have his disciple assist him with cultivation in his room every night.
This kind of late-night interaction was good once in a while.
After all, after each cultivation session, the power would remain in his body. It wouldn't dissipate, nor would it weaken. Therefore, it was convenient enough to absorb it once in a while.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chan sighed inwardly and lowered her head, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Go and rest," Lu Xun said with a smile.
Lin Chan nodded and got up from the bed.
"Good night, Lin Chan," Lu Xun said kindly.
Lin Chan closed the door to Lu Xun's room and murmured in her heart:
"Good night, Master."
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Inside the room, Lu Xun lay on his bed, his hands tucked under his head.
