His Majesty the Emperor Yin had never thought he would stumble over such a matter twice.
Si Fuqing's fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously, "What did you say to your master?"
She also remembered the incident where he ambushed her in "Oracle".
Yu Xiheng pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly, "I said that I have admired the Master of Guigou for a long time, but am well aware that I'm no match for the senior, so I can only exchange hands with his disciple. Surely his disciple must be an exceptional talent."
His eyes and brows were gentle, forming a landscape of their own amidst the spring breeze and verdant waters.
Si Fuqing paused for a moment, embarrassingly admitting to herself that she was indeed a face-judger.
Looking at his face, it was hard to stay mad.
She turned her head away and threw another blade of grass at him, "I don't believe it!"
"What should I do, then?" he asked softly, with a hint of laughter, "Miss, please teach me."