She wore a white veil, making it impossible to see her face clearly. Only a pair of willow-shaped curved brows and limpid, autumn-water-like eyes were visible. But just from this, Emma Sullivan could tell that this young lady must be an extraordinary beauty.

She was slender, like a green lotus blooming on the autumn river.

But what exactly was her relationship with Senior Brother?

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around her; she seemed just like an ordinary mortal.

Emma Sullivan hadn’t had time to think further when her elegant and handsome Third Senior Brother quickly stepped forward to help the young lady inside.

He was still muttering, “Miss Parker, your health isn’t good. How can you come out and catch a chill?”

Emma Sullivan had no choice but to follow them into the small wooden hut.

From the outside, the hut looked ordinary, but inside it was a different world.

A curtain of fresh flowers hung in front of the low wooden bed. Through the floral curtain, a layer of thin moon gauze could be seen, and on the low bed was a whole tiger pelt, washed spotlessly clean.

The chairs and table were made from freshly cut wood, their rough surfaces completely covered with a layer of moon spirit fat.

The walls were hung with pinecones, dried flowers, and leaves—little things that looked like they’d been picked up in the forest, yet they made the hut feel very cozy.

Her Third Senior Brother had always been a hopeless romantic.

William Thompson was busy taking care of Miss Parker, so much so that he didn’t have time to pay attention to Emma Sullivan.

It was the young lady in the blue dress who spoke first. She said, “You must be Master Thompson’s little junior sister, Fairy Emma Sullivan, right?”

From her words, Emma Sullivan could hear a trace of envy, which felt a bit odd, but she still replied earnestly, “I don’t deserve to be called ‘fairy.’ Just call me Emma Sullivan.”

William Thompson gave her a look, signaling for Emma Sullivan to step outside to talk.

It just so happened that Emma Sullivan had a bellyful of questions for him.

After leaving the hut, Emma Sullivan sat by the pond. William Thompson swept aside his robe and sat down as well, but since his legs were long, he could only prop himself up with one elbow.

“Her name is Emily Parker, she’s a mortal. When I drew my sword against an enemy, the sword energy injured her face.” In just a few words, William Thompson explained the situation.

“So, Senior Brother, are you refining the Spring Harmony Pill for her?” Emma Sullivan glanced at the hut behind them, where the strings of lily-of-the-valley flowers swayed gently in front of the curtain.

William Thompson nodded, but his face was clouded with worry, nothing like the cheerful expression he’d worn in the hut.

There was clearly more between him and Miss Parker.

“If it was just a facial injury, Miss Parker’s body shouldn’t be so frail,” Emma Sullivan said.

She had observed that Miss Parker was extremely weak.

This was exactly what troubled William Thompson. Not only had he injured the young lady’s face, but she had also taken a hidden blow meant for him.

A strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator might be nothing to those who practice cultivation, but to an ordinary person, it was fatal.

Though he had managed to pull her back from the gates of death, Emily Parker’s body was now like a repaired porcelain vase—leaking everywhere, needing constant patching and spiritual energy to sustain her.

After hearing the whole story, Emma Sullivan was momentarily speechless.

“Third Senior Brother, you’ve already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage. How could you still get ambushed!”

William Thompson was a bit frustrated too, but he corrected her, “I’m at the Nascent Soul stage now.”

Emma Sullivan: !!!

Third Senior Brother had been secretly cultivating behind her back.

This felt even worse than losing her spirit stones.

She didn’t feel like comforting Third Senior Brother anymore; she needed to comfort herself first.

“This is something Third Senior Brother can handle on your own. Just focus on refining the Spring Harmony Pill and restoring her looks. That’s very important to a young lady.”

Of course William Thompson knew how much Emily Parker cared. He had secretly seen her weeping by the pond several times.

It had taken great effort to gather all the ingredients for the Spring Harmony Pill.

Restoring her appearance was easy, but fulfilling Miss Parker’s wish was much harder.

William Thompson asked, “Little Junior Sister, is Master still in seclusion lately?”

Emma Sullivan shook her head. “He came out before the new student recruitment. I haven’t seen him since.”

“So, Little Junior Sister, could you go back and sound out Master for me, see if he’ll grant me a small wish?”

Little Junior Sister was picked up by Master, beautiful and always smiling. Master had always been lenient with her. If she were to ask, maybe he’d make an exception?

Emma Sullivan felt like she’d stumbled upon some big gossip, but then thought it was only natural, and her expression shifted subtly.

She said softly, “Senior Brother, if you want to marry Miss Parker, you should ask Master yourself. It’s not a difficult request—Master won’t let you stay single.”

But since Miss Parker is a mortal, being with Senior Brother would surely mean facing many hardships.

William Thompson: “……”

If Miss Parker’s wish was to marry him, that wouldn’t be so hard. At worst, he’d give up cultivation and live as an ordinary couple with her.

But the problem was, the young lady didn’t want that.

Chapter 13: The Journey to Queyue Mountain

Emma Sullivan frowned slightly and continued, “Third Senior Brother, I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. On the day of the new student test, Master hurried down the mountain. I didn’t even get to see him.”

She had no idea what urgent matter had come up.