"Not all disciples receive the same approval from the heavens. I actually do not quite understand why he was the only one who did."
Fan Qianshi had nothing to say. He stood there, feeling as dumb as a piece of wood. It took him a while to break out of the bewilderment he was trapped in. Finally, gentle winds went through the window, tickling his face with the chillness of the night and rescuing him from his preoccupation.
He shifted his body toward her while looking at the woman on the bed. Gu Xijiu's mind had already deepened into a sound sleep. She looked very innocent, with her cheeks were still blushing in tints of cherry pink. Her long dark eyelashes lightly traced her eyes into two curved lines.
Tantalized by her beauty, he whispered, "Master..."