I alone am the Honoured One!-Chapter 856: Planning for Departure [1]

The faint rays of morning light slipped through the thin curtains, painting gentle patterns across the bedroom.

Zhao Tian stirred beneath the blanket, his hand reaching out instinctively to the side... only to brush against nothing but cool sheets.

His brows frowned faintly as he opened his eyes, and the spot beside him was empty.

Rubbing his temple, still heavy with sleep, Zhao Tian sat up slowly.

His robe slid loosely over his shoulders as he stood, walking quietly across the floor.

The faint clinking sound of utensils drifted through the hall, accompanied by the aroma of warm broth and sizzling vegetables.

"...Kitchen?" he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse with drowsiness.

He made his way there and the moment he stepped into the kitchen, he saw the slim figure standing by the counter with her back turned toward him as she carefully stirred a pot.

Her long hair swayed faintly with her movements, catching the soft morning light.

Without thinking twice, Zhao Tian walked over and wrapped his arms lazily around her waist from behind, resting his chin against her shoulder with a low murmur, "...Morning, Sister Nue."

The woman in his arms stiffened instantly and the spoon in her hand clattered against the rim of the pot.

She spun around in his arms, "L-Little brother Tian! It’s me- Qi Xue."

Zhao Tian blinked, suddenly more awake than before.

His lips parted, and an awkward silence settled between them.

He loosened his hold quickly and his expression was caught somewhere between shock and embarrassment. "...Ah... I thought..."

Qi Xue’s gaze darted away nervously, a faint blush already creeping over her cheeks.

She forced a little smile, lifting a hand as if to wave off the tension. "I-It’s alright. Don’t worry about it..."

Her eyes softened slightly, and with a tiny laugh that tried to mask her nervousness, she stepped forward again and wrapped her arms lightly around him. "...It’s okay to hug me too, Little Brother. Don’t worry."

Zhao Tian froze for a second, feeling the warmth of her body pressed gently against him and he returned the hug, pulling her closer.

When she pulled back, her eyes flickered up at him and her lips curved faintly as she said, "...But Nue’er is the one you were looking for, right? She’s in the bathroom."

Zhao Tian exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "I see... I guess I was still half-asleep."

Qi Xue turned back to the stove as she stirred the broth.

But a small, lingering smile remained on her lips.

And Zhao Tian stood there for a moment longer, watching her and then left the kitchen.

...

Zhao Tian sat lazily on the edge of the bed, his hair still a little tousled from sleep, drinking the tea Qi Xue prepared for him.

At this time, the bathroom door opened, and from within it, Qi Nue stepped out, her skin faintly glistening with droplets of water, a towel loosely wrapped around her slender figure.

Her eyes immediately fell on him, and her lips curved into that warm, teasing smile "Oh, you woke up, little brother," she said softly, her voice carrying both affection and playfulness.

Before he could answer, she pulled the towel and threw it on Zhao Tian’s face, covering his vision in damp warmth.

He blinked, taking the towel away from his eyes, and looked at her.

There she stood with her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, clinging to her curves, droplets of water tracing delicate paths down her smooth skin, gliding along her collarbone, slipping between her generous breasts, and trailing over the gentle arch of her hip to her thighs.

Her pussy, nestled between her legs, glistened faintly with moisture, the morning light highlighting its soft, pink folds.

Qi Nue tilted her head slightly, a sultry smile gracing her lips.

Her hand rested against her hip as she shifted her weight to one leg, striking a playful pose "Well? Do I look fine, Little Brother?"

Looking at her, he smiled gently, placing the tea cup aside "...Beautiful."

Qi Nue’s blush deepened and she stepped closer "Only beautiful?"

Zhao Tian set the towel down beside him and glanced at her body "...More than beautiful,"

She stepped closer and her hands reached out to rest on his shoulders, her fingers brushing his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath.

Zhao Tian’s hands moved to her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, damp flesh, pulling her closer until she stood between his legs and pulled her down, making her sit on his lap.

His hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly as his fingers kneaded the soft, plump flesh, squeezing and spreading her cheeks slightly.

Hugging his neck, she asked "Little brother, when are you leaving..."

Pulling her closer, he kissed her lips while she wrapped her legs around his waist "Tomorrow morning."

She tilted her head slightly and muttered "I see. Come back soon then..."

...

Taking a small sip of her tea, Yan Zijin set the cup back down on the lacquered table, her fingers tracing the rim absently.

"Haa... You are really going to the Elven Star, you reckless disciple."

Beside her, Zhao Tian leaned back casually on the couch and slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently closer. "As I said, Master, don’t worry. I will return soon."

Yan Zijin’s eyes narrowed and she turned her head slightly to look at him "I am coming with you."

Zhao Tian raised an eyebrow "No need for that, Master. I can take care of myself."

Yan Zijin shook her head firmly, her long hair brushing against his arm. "No. No, I don’t believe you. I know you too well, Tian. You’ll put yourself in danger again, won’t you?"

Keeping his smile, he replied "Master, it’s not that I don’t appreciate your care. But Elven Star is not a place where I can risk you."

Yan Zijin’s gaze softened "And you think I cannot endure beside you? I may not have your monstrous body or strange fate, but do you truly think I would allow you to walk into danger while I sit idly behind?"

Her hand suddenly reached out, gripping the front of his robe tightly, "I have lost one disciple long ago because I wasn’t there when it mattered most. I won’t make the same mistake again."

Zhao Tian blinked in surprise upon hearing this.

Slowly, he lifted his other hand and placed it over hers, prying her grip just enough to hold her hand gently instead of having her clutch him in desperation.

"Master...If you come with me, I won’t be able to fight freely. Because I’ll always be worried about you."

Finally, Yan Zijin let out another sigh, "Then you’d better come back, Tian. Or I swear, I’ll drag you back myself even if I have to storm the heavens to do it."

Zhao Tian chuckled softly "...Alright. I promise, Master."

For the first time that morning, her lips curled into a small, reluctant smile. "...You’d better keep that promise, my reckless disciple."