Chapter 10: Firsthand Information

It was just that he was still wearing that woman's wig, which made him look quite ridiculous.

Lan Xiaoyu reached out to take it off for him, and while she was at it, she peeled away the human-skin disguise from his face. When the man's face, looking like that of a banished immortal, appeared before her eyes, Lan Xiaoyu still couldn't help but daze for a moment, quite lacking in composure.

Every time she saw her Master's true face, she couldn't help but fall into a trance of infatuation.

She had never seen a man so indifferent and otherworldly. He was like a celestial being who suddenly appeared one day by the side of an unfavored concubine's daughter from the Prime Minister's manor, taking her as a disciple, teaching her martial arts, and personally crafting the golden bell weapon suited for her.

He knew the martial arts styles of every sect in the martial world; he knew the affairs of the world, the grievances and loves of every sect, and even over these past few years, he was clearly aware of the affairs of the imperial officials.

He was the "Hundred-Knowings" whom the people of the martial world both respected and hated.

He was so unfathomable that she had no choice but to worship him.

He was the only existence Lan Xiaoyu had encountered in both her lives—ancient and modern—whom she regarded as her male god.

And she was his only disciple.

Lan Xiaoyu was often proud and smug about this, yet she also secretly harbored her own little schemes.

Yun Fei turned around and casually tied up his jet-black long hair with a hairpin. A flame-shaped mark shimmered faintly between his brows, while the stray hairs at his temples obscured his long, slanted sword-like eyebrows, leaving only a pair of ice-blue eyes that were so indifferent it seemed as if he saw nothing at all.

Those blue eyes, however, were Lan Xiaoyu's favorite part. She often lost herself within them, always feeling that the color of his pupils was like a pool of the clearest water, the most beautiful lake she had ever seen.

"Master..."

She called out dizzily once more. Only then did Yun Fei turn back to look at her. Perhaps remembering her previous request, he reached out to touch her hair. "You are so petite; there is no need for Bone-Shrinking Technique."

"But I want to learn it, I want to learn!" She always felt that she had to master all of Master's skills so that she could be a little closer to him.

She hugged his arm like a young girl acting spoiled.

Yun Fei let out a light chuckle and nodded. "Fine."

His smile was still as indifferent as water, unlike the Great General she had seen before, who was brilliantly stunning, or that Crown Prince, who was likely too cold to ever smile.

Only her Master was the most beautiful man under heaven, possessing peerless handsomeness.

"Master is the best. Oh, right, Master, why didn't you come with me before?"

"I went, I just had to watch you," he answered calmly.

Lan Xiaoyu was very satisfied. "I knew Master was worried about me."

At that time, Lan Xiaoyu could do without her parents, but she could not be without her Master. A single word from him was worth more than an imperial decree.

"Did you see the Crown Prince?" Yun Fei asked, watching her composedly.

This disciple had been raised by his own hand and was most obedient to him; now, she finally had a use.

Although she was not dressed up in her finest today, her beauty excelled in its ethereal purity, allowing her to stand out even among those high-born ladies. Surely the Crown Prince had left a good impression of her.

It was just that her running away at the end had truly left him bewildered as well.

"Mm, His Highness the Crown Prince is ice-cold; you can tell just by looking that he has a bad temper. Master, look, I got his first-hand information! We're definitely going to make a killing with tomorrow's Yule Morning News!"

Lan Xiaoyu pulled her small notebook from her bosom and handed it to Yun Fei as if presenting a treasure.

Yun Fei merely cast a glancing look at it before frowning. "You said His Highness the Crown Prince is ice-cold?"

"Yeah, and he's quite fierce too," Lan Xiaoyu complained.