The Powerless Xu Yi

At first sight of Teacher Li, Xu Yi knew that this old man had taken a liking to Yu Xiaoyu.

His gaze towards her was simply too obvious.

How can one describe that look?

It was like a cat spotting a fish, or a dung beetle stumbling upon…

ahem, well, you get the idea.

Knowing that he was just brought along as an afterthought, Xu Yi felt as if his bones had been removed.

He stood lazily, in stark contrast to the stiff posture of Yu Xiaoyu.

Teacher Li glanced at Xu Yi with disdain, then smiled warmly at Yu Xiaoyu, saying, “Xiaoyu, come, sit here.”

Yu Xiaoyu sat cross-legged in front of Teacher Li, her movements rigid.

Xu Yi, without needing any invitation, plopped down next to her, propping his chin on his hand, observing their interaction with great interest.

“Xiaoyu, how long have you been practicing artifact refining? Under whose tutelage did you study? Have you ever considered finding another master?”