A few minutes ago, as Song Yutang cautiously moved in her lightning form, stealthily lurking amidst ten thousand bolts of thunder, a steady voice of a man spoke by her ear.
"I'll help you."
The girl froze for a moment, almost losing her composure. Fortunately, before that could happen, Cen Dongsheng reminded her:
"Don't rush. Be patient and wait. You're doing very well right now—no one has noticed you."
"Master…!"
Song Yutang's heart swelled with gratitude and joy that could not be expressed in words.
Just hearing his voice again brought her overwhelming happiness, like a calming pill that stilled her nerves.
She hadn't expected her master to show no signs of blaming her for her reckless actions. Instead, he praised and encouraged her—and even offered his help…
However, Song Yutang understood herself best. Her behavior was reckless and dangerous, and that fact hadn't changed; her master simply couldn't abandon her, so he naturally went along with it.
