"I was forced into Youxian Pavilion by my second uncle."

Beiyang lowered his head.

The eye sockets were slightly red.

He didn't want to be noticed by Yingqian, so he just covered his eyes and his voice became trembling.

"I am not as rich as I am. I have been with Master since I was a child. I am not as talented as Shen Yan and have a high level of cultivation. I can't even compare to Lin Mubai."

Beiyang took a deep breath.

His sleeve touched his cheek heavily.

He bent down, his body hunched together, still not daring to look at Yingqian, and only asked:

"Master, do you ever regret accepting me?"

"No."

Yingqian sighed softly.

Sitting next to Beiyang, stroking his messy long hair.

She said:

"It doesn't matter how high or low your cultivation level is, whether you are strong or weak, whether you are obedient and sensible, or whether you are willful and reckless."

Yingqian tilted his head.

The black eyes flashed with soft warmth.

She was a little bit restless for Beiyang Junping's spiritual power.

He took out the elixir and handed it to him.

After Beiyang's condition calmed down a bit, Yingqian said again:

"You are my disciple, and you are also my pride. I am only proud of you, and I have never regretted accepting you."

"Master..."

Beiyang's eyes turned red.

The panic that had been occupying my heart was finally completely dispelled.

He was not Yingqian's personally chosen disciple.

It’s a matter of nature.

Because of the incident at the inn, we finally got a little closer.

Beiyang has not had time to be happy yet.

His top-notch cultivation in Youxian Pavilion was surpassed by Shen Yan, a junior who had just started.

How can he be willing to do so?

But when it was discovered that even Lin Mubai's cultivation speed was far faster than his, it would not take many years for him to be left behind.

In Beiyang's heart, there was only anxiety.

It was not easy for him to be taken seriously by Yingqian.

I hope so much.

It can always be like this.

He will always be the top disciple of Youxian Pavilion that makes Yingqian most proud.

But Beiyang was too eager for success.

The consequence was that his spiritual power was out of control and he almost hurt himself.

Fortunately, I have Yingqian...

Beiyang rubbed his eyes hard twice, trying to push away the redness.

"Thank you, Master."

"I am your master, what do you want to thank me for?"

Yingqian felt relieved when he saw that he was getting better.

But in a blink of an eye.

She straightened her expression again and said:

"Beiyang, Master has a very important matter that I can only entrust to you."

See her so solemn.

Beiyang quickly stood up.

"Master, please speak!"

"I may have to go out in a few days and it will take some time to come back. I will leave Youxian Pavilion to your guard."

Although Beiyang doesn't know the reason.

But he still nodded solemnly.

"yes."

"If anything happens, you go to Zhizhan Pavilion and find Nalan Yue, your third uncle."

"Executive Battle Pavilion?"

Beiyang was startled and said doubtfully:

"Master, why do you want to go to the Zhan Pavilion? If it is true, will the third uncle help?"

"Yes."

Yingqian stood up and yawned, as if explaining these things had taken away a lot of her energy.

Walking at a lazy pace.

She walked towards the distance.

Only a soft voice was left.

"Although he doesn't deal with me, he will definitely help me. You don't have to doubt it."

"yes."

Beiyang bowed in the direction where Ying Qian left.

When he raised his head again.

There is no trace of despair on his face anymore.

Master will entrust him with the important task of guarding Youxian Pavilion.

How can he have the time to think wildly!

It took Yingqian half a month to arrange everything in Youxian Pavilion.

In between.

Inquiries about Shen Yan from other immortal sects were also sent to Qingheng Mountain.

The stakes in the Abyssal Rift are high.

No one knows how far the cracks will expand.

Even those immortal sects want to wait and see how Qingheng Mountain responds.

But when I heard about Shen Yan’s existence.

After all, I still couldn’t sit still.

If Qing Hengshan really intends to allow the cracks in the abyss to continue to expand for the sake of the disciples of Immortal Shura.

That would be a bad thing for all other immortal sects.

anyway.

They all want to force Qinghengshan to hand over Shen Yan!

The outside world is already in turmoil.

Qingheng Mountain in the center of the whirlpool.

It was even more turbulent.

Lantu visited Qin Qinglang several times before he was able to meet him.

With an anxious look on his face, he rushed into the palace and was about to ask, when Qin Qinglang glanced at him and asked first:

"Where is Yingqian? How is she recovering?"

Blueprint opened his mouth.

The words had already reached his teeth, but they were choked back again.
To be continued...