The memory Yu Weimin called out, "Master, your soup is ready."
Liu Yang turned around as his long, golden strands fell on his shoulder. His gaze seemed sexy at the moment as he looked inside.
Yu Weimin also looked at himself and saw a trace of infatuation appear in his eyes. He sighed.
If time had allowed, they could have ended up together despite their differences. But he also knew that the memory of Yu Weimin must have been a reason why he wanted to go out despite being infatuated with his own master.
Liu Yang walked out of the water, completely naked, as he used his cultivation powers to put some clothes on his body. He looked extremely clean and elegant as he walked out effortlessly. Then he entered his pavillon and smiled at his disciple, who was sitting on the ground. He looked at the steaming soup in front of him as he took a sip.
His smile widened as he looked up. "It tastes different today. What did you add?"
