"As you can hear my master's words, I have to return to the sect." Shenlian Yingyue didn't know what method the Holy Son used. Until now, she was safe and sound from the people of the Holy Clan.
Except when the Lin clan and Xiang family made it hard for her occasionally when she visited Golden Candle City alone to relax.
"I won't swallow back my words. I'll continue to teach you." Shenlian Yingyue's expression turned serious, so Xuan Jing said nothing.
There were more than three more weeks until the event happened.
....
Two weeks later...
"Here are your Harpy Honey Glazed Ham, Stardust Scones, and Pixie Floss."
Many tasty cuisines were put on the table by a pair of slender hands in front of the man, whose skin was as white as frosted snow.
