Everyone in the Sect Can Hear Shizun’s Thoughts Except Me

[Another completed story of the same type in my author page: Sneaking into My Master's Cave Every Night: aloof, solitary master x catlike, easygoing disciple] Blurb: Everyone in the Taiwei Sect knew that their founding ancestor, Immortal Lord Rong Ze, was always detached from worldly affairs and solemnly composed. Until he took on a young disciple named Nangong Que, and suddenly everyone in the sect could hear his thoughts [She's wearing new clothes today. Why isn't she looking at me?] [I haven't cooked in thousands of years. I wonder if she'll like these pastries?] [She's going on an adventure. She's leaving. She's going on an adventure. She's leaving. She's going on an adventure. She's leaving.] [It's just as well she's leaving. It's the dragon clan's mating season. If I... I might frighten her.] [I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave. I don't want her to leave.] [Excellent, she's taken the bait. It's time to get married.] The overpowered male lead preparing to win Nangong Que over: ?! The reborn woman preparing to win Rong Ze over: ?! Everyone in the Taiwei Sect: ???!!! Nangong Que transmigrated into a book. Though she was just a nobody, she was lucky enough to join the Taiwei Sect and become the disciple of its founding ancestor, Immortal Lord Rong Ze. Grateful and nervous, she studied and trained day and night... until she couldn't take it anymore. Being a sword cultivator is way too competitive!!! She decided to go easy on herself. Once she'd finished her daily training, she'd hide away to eat, drink, admire the flowers, and enjoy some wine. What a lovely life. But strangely enough, whenever she found a good hiding place, she'd run into her master. Even though she'd already given her senior brothers and sisters the heads-up! Before heading down the mountain on a training expedition, she found another place to sneak off and drink. The wine went to her head, and in her hazy state she saw her master again. His usually cool, aloof face was flushed with barely restrained emotion, and he seemed to have grown dragon horns... She couldn't help reaching out to touch the horns. Then came a night of passion they couldn't hold back. After waking, Nangong Que stared blankly at the elegant, otherworldly face of the man beside her Oh no. She'd gotten drunk and accidentally taken her master's chastity... Would he kick her out of the sect? QAQ *An old tree flowering in spring, a secretly flirtatious dragon x a naive, carefree little disciple *A lighthearted daily-life story. The whole sect plays matchmaker. Theme: Be sincere.