“Alexander Adams.”

“Leave!”

Leave?

Alexander stared at the stunning woman before him, dressed elegantly in a violet gown, her regal beauty unmatched. His eyes were filled with confusion.

“Master, why?”

“I wish to stay by your side... I don’t want to leave you,” he said, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Yara Morgan’s flawless face showed some emotion upon hearing this, but it wasn’t tenderness—it was an attempt to suppress the irritation building within her.

“A thousand years!”

“One whole thousand years!”

“Do you even understand what those years have been like for me?” she asked coldly.

“Of course!” Alexander replied, grinning like an imp. “In these thousand years, haven’t I kept you company, sparing you the loneliness of living alone? Naturally, you’ve been delighted, happy, surrounded by bliss every day!”

Delighted? Happy? Blissful?

Pah!

Yara glared at his smug face, fighting the urge to slap him into oblivion.A thousand years ago, Yara Morgan stumbled upon a six-year-old Alexander Adams. His odd and unique constitution caught her eye, and she decided to take him as her apprentice.

But little did she know, this decision was the beginning of her nightmare.

True, Alexander's constitution was special—strange even. And he was undeniably smart. Anything Yara taught, he'd pick up in no time, committing it to memory after just hearing it once. However...

As years passed, Yara discovered a cruel truth. No matter how Alexander practiced, he couldn't break through—heck, he couldn't even start!

Having already accepted him as her disciple, Yara couldn't abandon him. Determined, she poured her entire life's teachings into him.

And Alexander delivered. He mastered everything Yara had taught—word for word, lesson by lesson. He memorized it all, but when it came to actual cultivation? Still impossible.

Not one to give up easily, Yara scoured the earth for rare, precious materials—everything that could potentially help Alexander. And still, every attempt failed.

Eventually, Yara had to face reality. She decided Alexander would simply stay by her side for the rest of her life, living peacefully as best they could. But fate wasn't that kind.

That boy refused to age. Refused to die.

If only he were quiet and well-behaved—it might've worked out. Instead, Alexander proved to be a mischievous troublemaker. Over the course of millennia, Yara endured unspeakable torment.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She decided it was time for Alexander to leave."Master... are you really sending me away?"

Alexander Adams's face shifted as he caught sight of Yara Morgan's resolute expression. The thought of leaving after a millennium by her side was something he had never even entertained—not since he had been taken in at the age of six.

"It’s time," Yara replied, her tone firm, though a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. The boy—no, the man—had been her headache for far too long. Enough was enough.

"But Master, I’ve been with you for ten thousand years. I have no family, nowhere to go. The world may be vast, but there is no place for me." His words were heavy with emotion, earnest and strained.

"You do have a place."

Yara cut him off, abruptly unfurling a glowing route map into the air with a flick of her hand. Without pausing, she pointed to a marked location.

"I’ve already looked into it. Your Adams bloodline remains intact. Go back to your kin—find your family there." Her voice was calm, unyielding.

The map caught Alexander off guard. His master had even gone to the trouble of preparing this? She was serious about having him gone.

"Your command... I will follow."“If Master insists on sending me away, even though I am reluctant, I have no choice but to obey!”

“I only hope that Master can live happily in the days ahead so that I can rest assured!”

Alexander Adams' rare look of seriousness made Yara Morgan let out a helpless sigh. Despite the frustration he had brought her, there was no denying the bond they shared after a millennium together.

“You’ve been with me since you were six, rarely stepping beyond my side,” Yara said.

“Remember—people can be deceitful, don’t trust them blindly!”

The words left her mouth before she could reconsider. Was that reminder even necessary? This brat was practically dripping with cunning.

“Yes, Master!”

Alexander answered in the same earnest tone. His overly sincere gaze made Yara’s brow furrow. What was he still lingering around for?

“Forcing you out wasn’t easy for me either, but it’s time. Go.”

“Understood, Master!”

Identical words, identical tone—but Alexander didn’t move an inch.

“Do you have something else to say?” Yara asked, impatient.

“Master, we’ve shared ten thousand years together as teacher and student. Surely that means something?”

“I’m perfectly aware,” Yara replied flatly. "Disciple's about to leave, you know," Alexander Adams said, his tone as casual as ever.

"I know that too," Yara Morgan replied, her patience wearing thin.

"Today we part ways, who knows when we'll meet again?"

"What are you trying to get at?" Yara's voice was sharp, her irritation clearly showing.

"I can't just go empty-handed, can I?" Alexander grinned. "Master, don't you think you should... you know, show some generosity?"

Yara Morgan prided herself on remaining calm, no matter the situation. But in front of her unruly disciple, that resolve crumbled to dust. Every moment with him was a test of her self-restraint—and most of the time, she failed.

If only she could strangle him. Yet despite her unmatched power, the absurdity of Alexander’s unkillable body rendered even that impossible.

"For ten thousand years, you've eaten my food, drank my wine, used my treasures," Yara said through gritted teeth. "And now, when you're leaving, you want to scavenge more?"

"You truly are the most remarkable disciple," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master," Alexander said, smiling without a care. "But I think you'll agree, you *must* send me off properly."

Yara frowned, narrowing her eyes. "*Must* send you off properly? Explain yourself."

"Well, think about it, Master," Alexander said with a shrug. "As your disciple, wouldn't it be a disgrace for me to leave empty-handed, looking like some beggar?""Besides, I haven't returned to the Chen family in ten thousand years. Going back empty-handed wouldn’t seem appropriate."

"Master, I've spent the entire millennia by your side. Now, my pockets are practically empty."

Empty pockets?

Yara Morgan sneered internally. Alexander Adams might have been stuck to her side all these years, but that man had never been anyone's idea of "well-behaved."

Every now and then, he'd vanish for a few months, wandering who-knows-where. Even if he didn’t have as much as her, calling himself broke was pure nonsense.

"Fine!"

"Take this!"

Without another word, Yara tossed a storage ring at him.

"Everything inside here is what I've painstakingly collected over the past thousand years. None of it’s ordinary."

"It should give you enough face to get by out there," she muttered, exasperation in her tone.

"Thank you, Master!"

Alexander grinned ear to ear as he carefully pocketed the ring. But instead of leaving, he stayed rooted in place, still smiling at her.

"What now?" Yara felt her patience snapping with each passing second.

"Master, you know… your humble disciple here is still just as useless. No cultivation at all.""The world out there is full of dangers. Shouldn't my safety be a concern for you?"

Dangers?

What in this world could be more dangerous than you?

"Have you forgotten your own ridiculous nature?"

"Even I can't kill you. No one in this realm can lay a finger on you!" Yara Morgan's tone was already laced with irritation.

"Face. This is about saving face!"

"Your status. My status."

"Sure, I can't die, but what if I lose a fight?"

"Isn't that humiliating? Wouldn't that tarnish your reputation as well?" Alexander Adams wore a shameless look that practically screamed, "I'm doing this all for your sake."

"Speak. What do you want now?"

"Hehe, I was thinking… how about a bodyguard? What do you say?"

"A bodyguard? Don't tell me you want me to be your bodyguard."

"How could this disciple trouble my master like that?"

"I want... a qilin!"