I have a perfect disciple.

He has excellent aptitude, few words, and doesn't need me to worry about him.

It wasn't until I acquired mind-reading abilities that I discovered how absurd my disciple is.

When we eat face to face, he remains calm on the surface, even somewhat indifferent, but his inner thoughts are: [His lips look so soft, I want to kiss them.]

I was caught off guard and sprayed a mouthful of soup.

"Master, what's wrong?" Wen Huai quickly took a handkerchief and wiped the soup stains from the corner of my mouth.

"It's... " I thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an excuse, so I casually said, "The soup was so delicious that it sprayed out of my mouth. It's something only Yuanying-level cultivators understand. It's normal that you don't know about it yet."

"Huh?" Wen Huai didn't understand, but he didn't ask further.

I used to really like this about him.

But when I could read his inner thoughts, I no longer liked it.

Everything he didn't ask verbally, he filtered through his mind.

[What does Master's words mean?]

[Does she think my cultivation is too shallow?]

[But cultivating step by step is too slow...]

[What should I do? I want to cultivate with Master.]

[Master definitely won't agree.]

[I want to give it a try...]

"Ahem." I faked a cough twice to stop him from thinking further, "Wen Huai, find a tree and assume the horse stance."

"Horse stance?"

"What's wrong? Can't learn? Or don't want to learn?"

"No." Wen Huai shook his head, "Master, what does assuming the horse stance mean?"

I patiently taught him the horse stance, and he happily followed along.

I thought assuming the horse stance would calm him down, but it turned out to be even noisier.

[Master, look at me!]

[Why isn't Master looking at me?]

[Ah, Master, come and look at me!]

I helplessly rubbed my temples and called out to him, "Come back, stop doing it."

"Is it because the disciple didn't do it properly?" Wen Huai frowned and asked me.

"No. It's because you're too noisy."