On one hand was her beloved master, yet on the other was her junior sister, she simply did not know how to choose.
Her expression struggled to find certainty, as if a maple leaf had fallen into those icy pool-like eyes, stirring up ripples.
All of this naturally caught Fang Yang's attention, who easily read his disciple's thoughts, he sighed deeply within, feeling an endless pity and affection, he ruffled Ye Qinghong's hair.
Letting those silky strands of black hair fall like a waterfall.
With a gesture of his hand, a lush green bamboo soon appeared in his palm.
Spiritual Energy shimmered, and within a short time, the bamboo turned into a delicate hairpin.
Then, his hand moved through Ye Qinghong's hair with ease, creating a crisp and neat high ponytail.
It fluttered behind Ye Qinghong, looking so proud, so fierce.
And she transformed back into that fearless swordsman.
