"As long as you're willing to call me Master, I'll teach you everything." Feng Qingyu sensed Han Yan's wavering heart and seized the opportunity, speaking in a sweetly cloying voice.
Han Yan seemed to see the legendary creepy uncle inviting little sisters to watch goldfish, and goosebumps instantly fell all over the ground.
"Maybe we shouldn't rush it, let's talk about it later." Han Yan declined.
"What, do you look down on my skills, Feng Qingyu?" Feng Qingyu hadn't expected Han Yan to reject his goodwill again, and he shouted in frustration.
"Not really, it's just a sword array after all, I think I can slowly comprehend it myself." Han Yan was too ashamed to hurt his face too much, so she spoke tactfully.
"Humph, who knows how many years you'll need to comprehend it on your own? Fine, let me show you my strength once more." Feng Qingyu grew more determined, resolved to win Han Yan over with his power.
"Not accepting you as Master yet." Han Yan muttered again in a low voice.
