Heavenly Tribulation

Master was Master.

Even if he was young and immature, no one would be able to provoke her.

He was rejected in such a straightforward manner.

Zhao Shuning, on the other hand, didn't feel sad. Fortunately, she felt a lot happier.

One had to know that before, her master had at least kissed her. Now that she maintained this distance, she was quite satisfied.

Dozens of days in this fantasy world.

Zhao Shuning practiced all her previous mental cultivation techniques once again.

When Yan Ruyu opened the door to the fantasy realm, she walked out leisurely.

Yan Ruyu didn't even look at her.

He threw her an ancient book and left.

Zhao Shuning was about to chase after him when she noticed that the book in her hands was very familiar.

He looked carefully.

This book was exactly the same as the one Master had given to Ye Ling that year.