The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 779 – Cloud Mist Peak (1)

Chapter 779 – Cloud Mist Peak (1)
The mountain peak was very straight and precipitous, with steep rock faces and sheer cliffs, an average person would absolutely not be able to go up.
They left the horse at the foot of Cloud Mist Peak. Su Luo and Apothecary Leng, dressed lightly without baggage, directly flew up the precipice.
Worthy of being called Western Ling empire’s number one peak.
By a visual estimate, it was at least ten thousand meters or higher.
On top of that, the peak was precipitous and slippery without a foothold, there were several times when Su Luo narrowly fell down.
With Su Luo’s strength at the fifth rank, it was still very difficult to climb up Cloud Mist Peak. Clearly, normally, no one would go up to disturb Grandmaster Rong Yun.
Just merely this mountain peak, had already cut off the overwhelming majority of people seeking medical treatment and asking for medicine.
Finally, in the early morning of the second day, when the sun rose in the east above the sea and the morning lights pierced through the clouds, filling the sky with hues of dawn, Su Luo finally climbed to the peak.
So cold, she had just sucked in a breath when Su Luo felt her lungs nearly freeze.
Cloud Mist Peak was quite high above sea level, therefore, the mountaintop was covered in snow. It was bitterly cold and frozen all year round.
As far as the eye could see, it was a nice-looking white area.
The sky was white, the ground was white, even the green plants were all covered with a thick layer of white snow.
“Let’s go, Master lives just over there.” Apothecary Leng pointed up ahead, at that magnificently built manor.
The manor was located in an open area on the mountain peak. The area it covered was very huge, at one glance, you couldn’t see the end of it.
Apothecary Leng familiarly pushed open the door, while he walked inside, he also said to Su Luo at the same time: “Master has a natural disposition of liking tranquility. He dislikes being disturbed by other people, therefore, only Master and two chamberlains live here all year round.”
“When master teaches, he often teaches it only once.”
“Master doesn’t like people talking back and interrupting.”
“Master……”
While Su Luo was observing the surroundings, she also silently stored what Apothecary Leng was saying in her heart.
Soon afterwards, Apothecary Leng introduced Su Luo to the person in the study.
Grandmaster Rong Yun calmly sat on a circular red sandalwood chair, behind a long table with his back to Su Luo.
“Master……”
Before Apothecary Leng could finish speaking, Grandmaster Rong Yun had raised his right hand.
Immediately, Apothecary Leng became silent.
“You go out first.” A hint of coldness faintly penetrated through Grandmaster Rong Yun’s voice.
It seemed that Master’s mood today was not so good, Apothecary Leng looked at Su Luo with sympathy. Then, he obediently walked out and even quietly closed the thick wooden door behind him.
After Apothecary Leng left, there was a moment of silence in the study.
Grandmaster Rong Yun was dressed in a wide white brocade gown, a light headband binding up his soft, silky hair. His entire person gave off an enigmatic and cold noble aura.
Su Luo could not guess Grandmaster Rong Yun’s age, if she was to judge based on looks, he was just a bit older than Nangong Liuyun and nothing more.
Just when Su Luo was letting her imagination run wild, suddenly, Grandmaster Rong Yun turned his chair around.
His pair of meaningful deep clear eyes, were coldly staring at Su Luo. His sword-like eyebrows were pinched up, seeming to be displeased.
Su Luo was secretly puzzled in her heart, she should not have offended him anywhere, right?
Why would he be staring at her with such a disdainful gaze?
“Master being above, disciple pays her respects.”
Finished talking, Su Luo was just about to make her salutations.
However, Grandmaster Rong Yun frowned and raised his hands to prevent her from such action.
“This title, I dare not accept.” Grandmaster Rong Yun’s voice was ice-cold like frost, “I haven’t formally accepted you as my disciple.”
A thread of doubt and puzzlement flashed through Su Luo’s heart.
What did Grandmaster Rong Yun mean? Obviously, that very day in the throne room, he personally said he would accept her as his disciple. Why didn’t he acknowledge it now? Moreover, he treated her with a deliberate alienation……
According to Su Luo’s original temperament, how could she let other people admonish her while pointing at her nose?
However, facing this expert, Su Luo didn’t dare to be rash, he was worth her humbling her attitude: “Great Master……”