Little Huating at first felt that her teacher didn’t have any obvious changes.
Being handsome is a kind of feeling; she just felt her teacher was very handsome.
But when she looked a few more times, she was drawn in by Wang Jixuan’s eyes.
Those eyes were as calm as a lake beneath a blue sky, as deep as a summer night’s starry vault — one could fall into them without noticing.
Peony (Mudan) sidled over and whispered, “Pretty, right? Heh heh heh.”
Master Wang calmly used his chopsticks to pick a piece of roasted spirit-beast meat for his eldest disciple.
Little Huating lowered her head and hummed, tucking a mischievous strand of hair behind her ear, pretending to be composed as she replied, “Teacher looks even more dashing than before!”
“Your state of mind has improved nicely.”
Wang Jixuan gave an honest appraisal.
He continued to serve Little Huating some more dishes — all precious ingredients unique to this secret realm.
Little Huating ate happily, completely forgetting the dangerous situation they were in.
Over a hundred mechanical bodies worked in orderly fashion nearby.
Little Huating turned to look toward the stone slab door opened in the corner.
Inside was an iron base under construction, more advanced and denser than their first base.