A Quarrel between Lovers and a Dumbfounded Disciple

"You two can't be together!"

Xu Ping finished coldly and looked away from Liu Yuan. She did not dare to stay any longer and looked at her disciple.

She carefully observed in the dark.

Wei Feiyan had just stood up in a hurry from meditation. Her clothes were inevitably wrinkled, but not to the point of disheveled clothes. Although her face was pale from panic, there was no sweat or any trace of redness. The distance between the two was about three steps. The futon on the ground was regular and there was no suspicious stain.

Although they were living in the same room, it was not to that extent...

Xu Ping unconsciously let out a sigh of relief and then thought with a straight face, 'I'm doing this for my apprentice's benefit. If this guy has already taken her body, there's no way to save her.'