When Ji Lingruo came out, You Su found it somewhat strange that his junior sister was so silent.
But he didn't think much of it, holding the Red Immortal Flower, anxiously stepping into the Immortal Forest in the back mountain.
As he walked through the mid-mountain summer that had passed its prime, You Su couldn't help but find it amusing. The feeling of mentors taking turns to talk to students was inexplicably familiar.
By the time You Su reached the Immortal Forest, He Shutong had already blended back into the mist.
"Master."
You Su stopped by the shore and bowed.
He could vaguely guess the purpose of his master calling him here; it was probably related to the matter of the Divine Son of the Exorcism Bureau.
"If you don't want to, you can refuse. I can handle things with the Exorcism Bureau for you."
He Shutong's voice was unusually cold, as if it had returned to three years ago.
If it were really handled, what kind of price would need to be paid?
