"A disciple only remembers the trials of the Master to forget the pain of Nine Stars Body Tempering."
Lu Jin'an spoke softly: "Five..."
Before Lu Jin'an could finish, Pei Wanyu suddenly withdrew a hand and hooked the collar of her purple silk dress.
Lu Jin'an's voice immediately vanished.
Pei Wanyu lightly bit her lower lip, enhancing the allure of her sweat-dampened face: "See, you don't remember at all."
Lu Jin'an smiled: "Master, self-deception isn't good, anyway, the disciple will remember in a moment."
He glanced at the table: "I'll write it down with the brush Master used to practice calligraphy."
Listening to Lu Jin'an's voice, Pei Wanyu's delicate body trembled slightly, wanting to retort stubbornly, but seeing the face of her good disciple, her heart softened.
She was helping her good disciple ease the pain of star tempering.
Pei Wanyu's voice quivered: "If you remember wrongly, I will punish you, understand?"
"How?"
