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Chap 772

Chapter 772: His last name isn't "Gu"

Although the sword sect master couldn’t guess the candidate, he was both surprised and delighted. He never worried about not finding someone or whether they fit with Long Feiye; he was always more concerned that such a person wouldn’t exist at all.

“Feiye, tell me quick, who is it?” the sword sect master almost lost control in the midst of his excitement, but Long Feiye only smiled at him.

“A secret!”

“Feiye, you’re not deceiving your master, right?”

“Feiye! Say something, who is it?”

“Stinkin’ brat! Hold it right there!”

“Do you hear me? Who is it? Is it a man or a woman, and how old are they? What’s your relationship with them? When did you find such a person?”

The sword sect master had a whole heap of questions as he chased after his disciple, but Long Feiye ignored them all. He was angered half to death. If not for the fact that Long Feiye’s time was tight, he really would drag him out of that cave for a thorough questioning. This stinkin’ brat shouldn’t be lying to me, so when did he find someone capable of dual cultivation with him? He sure knows how to hide ‘em! He even kept them from his own master!

Who can it be?

For the next few days, Long Feiye remained in closed door cultivation with the Honored Elders while the sword sect master was left utterly depressed by the “secret.” Of course, he didn’t forget to tell Baili Mingxiang the truth so she could act her role to lure the snake out of its hole. She was very calm upon receiving the news and settled down in Long Feiye’s recovery room. Everyday, she’d enter and exit the room three times and stay about an hour each trip. That was precisely the amount of time she needed to do her medical treatment. Unfortunately, staying in an empty room for so long made time crawl by. After staying in Celestial Mountain all these days, she hadn’t even glimpsed His Highness Duke of Qin’s face. 

It was a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed. She wasn’t quite so lofty to be beyond such feelings. If they could be controlled, then what would be the point of liking or disliking anyone? How would anyone feel happiness or sorrow? Emotions were uncontrollable, but they could be restrained. Baili Mingxiang’s thoughts would wander too. She sat by the empty table and thought of many, many things. Most of all, she thought of the phoenix birthmark on esteemed wangfei’s back. If His Highness discovered esteemed wangfei’s identity one day, would he still dote on esteemed wangfei as much?

If the day came when esteemed wangfei became aware of her own status, would she continue to like His Highness?

If this...if that…

If those two became enemies in the end, what course should her heart take then?

She would never expose this secret, but she knew it would come to light one day. At the very least, His Highness wouldn’t hide his own status forever. She looked at the tea tools used by His Highness Duke of Qin and unconsciously reached for them. But before she touched his cup, she sighed and drew back. 

Suppose, suppose a day came when they were no longer in love? Would I be allowed to love then?

Thinking up to here, Baili Mingxiang suddenly laughed mockingly at herself. What was wrong with her today? Why was she thinking about so many things? Even if that day came, she couldn’t love him! He was her master while she was his subordinate. What right did she have to love him? Furthermore, how could he ever stop loving Han Yunxi? He’d probably keep on even after knowing her identity. There might be hatred mixed in, but their ties of love and hate would entwine their lives forever.