Since she realized she had feelings for her master, Yue Ling had changed completely.
She was no longer careless or childishly wild in her play.
Every day, she would seriously attend her master's classes and devotedly practice cultivation, all to handle any confusion by consulting her master.
In this way, she increased their interactions.
Within a few days, her studies and cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, earning Mo Chen's praise.
Yue Hu felt immensely relieved.
She knew, Yue Ling had great talent in cultivation.
"Little White, do you think I should ask Master to teach me the zither today?"
Sitting on the window sill, Yue Ling poked Bai Xuan, who was lying in her arms, and cautiously asked.
Bai Xuan, who had been squinting and dozing off, immediately opened his eyes to give her a look of disapproval before pretending to sleep again.
"You also think I shouldn't bother Master.
