Only then did Luo Huangjun think to patch things up, opening her mouth to explain why her hand had remained on Chu Ge's forehead for so long.
"Your disciple understands. Many thanks, Master."
Seeing that Luo Huangjun did not pursue his earlier bold act, Chu Ge felt reassured. His mind had already begun plotting how to go even further in the future.
"As for the matter of the Aperture-Refining Diagram—since you possess the Myriad Laws Holy Body and can accommodate all techniques, simply choose what you feel suits you best. Whether it is the Sacred Land's inheritance or not is unimportant."
Luo Huangjun cast Chu Ge a look laden with deeper meaning.
Chu Ge naturally understood. The Grand Zhou Heavenly Circuit Aperture-Refining Diagram he was cultivating had likely already been seen through by Luo Huangjun.
That made sense—given Luo Huangjun's cultivation, if she truly examined him carefully, then aside from the system in his mind, she would probably be able to see every inch of him so clearly that even the number of hairs on his body would not escape her notice.
"Although I helped you neutralize part of the mental strain from receiving the inheritance, it will still place some burden on you. Rest properly later."
"I shall be leaving now."
She added a few more words. Though her tone was still cold and distant, Chu Ge could clearly sense the concern mixed within them.
"Master."
He spoke.
Luo Huangjun's departing steps halted. She turned back to look at Chu Ge with a questioning gaze.
Then she saw Chu Ge break into a bright smile and ask, "What kind of weapon arts does Master primarily cultivate?"
That smile had already stirred ripples in Luo Huangjun's heart, and she was secretly reproaching this rebellious disciple for smiling at her at every turn and throwing her emotions into constant turmoil.
Now, hearing his question, she answered instinctively, "A sword. Sword techniques…"
Only after answering did she recall the contents of the diary and realize why Chu Ge had asked this question. Instantly, a sweet feeling welled up at the tip of her heart, and she could not help but look at Chu Ge again.
"I understand, Master," Chu Ge said.
Naturally, Chu Ge had no idea that just a few casual words had once again unsettled his cold and aloof Master's emotions.
Seeing Luo Huangjun's gaze fall upon him, his smile grew even more radiant as he caught her eyes and met her gaze directly.
This was no small matter.
Luo Huangjun reacted like a startled cat—she hurriedly turned her head away, gave a quick "Mm," and left in haste, as if afraid Chu Ge might call out to her again.
Chu Ge stared at Luo Huangjun's departing figure until it completely vanished from sight before finally withdrawing his gaze.
This time, he truly saw something clearly.
His Master—so cold and lofty on the surface—actually seemed to have rather low defense against him…
After Luo Huangjun left the Taihuang Hall and returned to her own room, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Yet she found that no matter what she did, she could not suppress these chaotic emotions in such a short time.
From time to time, Chu Ge's face would flash through her mind.
Thinking of the sensation when Chu Ge had just held her hand, she felt her cheeks grow even hotter.
This was the first time in her life that a man of the opposite sex had held her hand like that.
Yet Luo Huangjun found that the experience felt unexpectedly wonderful. Toward that slightly intimate contact with Chu Ge, she felt not the slightest trace of revulsion.
Then, recalling her flustered appearance when she left, Luo Huangjun felt a surge of irritation.
To think that she had been so easily defeated by Chu Ge's gaze and smile, retreating in less than a second—how could she, as a Master, maintain her dignity?
In the past, when she faced opponents in battle, a mere glance from her was enough to make others tremble in fear. Yet when it came to Chu Ge, the one trembling had become herself instead.
Where was she supposed to put her face after that?
The key was that she clearly knew she should not meet Chu Ge's eyes, should not carefully look at his face—yet she still could not help herself, as if some kind of magic irresistibly drew her in.
"Rebellious disciple! Why must you be born so good-looking!"
A trace of subdued resentment welled up in her heart, and Luo Huangjun could not help but complain inwardly.
But if Chu Ge's current appearance were suddenly made ordinary and mediocre, she would likely be the very first to refuse to accept it.