In the alchemy room, Mu Ruyue stared straight at Wu Yu. Wu Yu felt uneasy under her gaze, hurriedly touching his own face as he nervously said, "My dear disciple, your master doesn't have flowers growing on his face. What are you staring at? Although I know I am handsome and charming, don't look at me like that."
Mu Ruyue carefully scrutinized him, unable to see where the handsomeness or charm was. All she saw was a kind-hearted old man.
She withdrew her direct gaze and said, "Master, I have nowhere to go."
At this moment, Wu Yu was sorting herbs. Hearing this, his hand paused, and he glanced at her doubtfully: "Nowhere to go, what do you mean by that?"
"It's simple," Mu Ruyue shrugged her shoulders, "I've been disowned by my family."