"No worries."
Chen Ye didn't want his disciples to worry, forcibly suppressing the vague, dull pain in his chest, wearing a gentle smile on his face,
"It's just that there's been some progress in cultivation, and I got a bit impatient, causing my Qi and blood to surge slightly. It'll be fine after a moment of adjustment."
"Really?"
Zhiwei was still a bit uneasy.
Although she couldn't see through her master's cultivation base, in that instant, the aura emitted by her master was somewhat unstable, clearly showing the signs of forcibly attempting a breakthrough and encountering a backlash.
"Of course it's true."
Chen Ye descended the steps, casually poking Qing Jun's chubby cheek,
"When has your master ever deceived you?"
"Ugh..."
Qing Jun swallowed the pastry in her mouth, mumbling indistinctly,
"Master said last time you'd take me out to play, but it didn't last long at all! Once that fat Taoist got caught, Master was unwilling to let me play outside!"
Well.
