This seemed to be the first time that the state preceptor had been reprimanded.
But the state preceptor's face was expressionless, still as calm as always.
It was as if no words could move his heart.
"Eh?"
Suddenly, the old man caught a whiff of something and descended from the air before sniffing hard at Feng Ruqing. "What's that smell? It smells so good."
Nan Xian's eyes were cold as he lifted his hand and pulled Feng Ruqing into his arms, his sleeves drawing a burst of cold wind at the old man.
The old man raised his hand, defusing the sudden cold wind, and smiled. "Young man, calm down. The smell of spirit herbs on this girl is very strong. I'm sure... She often brings the spirit herbs with her."
Feng Ruqing frowned. 'This old man has a keen sense of smell…'
"Yes."
