Bing Ying saw his master being hugged by that man, and not long after, his master dragged that man to the bamboo bench and covered his eyelids with a towel.
'... They were not just acquaintances. Shizun, you have lied to me for two hundred years... The disciple is sad, very sad.'
Feng Zhijiu looked at Xie Yuya's eyes and found that they were no longer red. She put the wet towel back into her Qiankun bag, then looked at her disciple, motioning for him to come back. Bing Ying walked towards them, and when he first arrived, his gaze was fixed on Xie Yuya. She saw him staring at Xie Yuya and coughing softly.
"Ying'er, this is Hanyu Xianjun , you can call him Xianjun."
Bing Ying bowed to Xie Yuya and said, "I have seen Xianjun."
Xie Yuya nodded, looked at Bing Ying, and then at Feng Zhijiu. Bing Ying was silent for a few minutes before asking.
"Shizun, is this Xianjun your lover?"
