Hearing the sound of the door opening, Sun Yanran jerked her head around like a startled sparrow.
Her pair of slender phoenix eyes instantly locked onto the figure at the doorway.
When she saw clearly that familiar figure—her master, the one who doted on her most—her eyes immediately shimmered with a light of grievance and anticipation, just like a bullied woman who had found someone to lean on.
She hurried over, originally intending to complain to her master and seek his protection, to pour out the grievances in her heart:
“Master, you must stand up for me! Lin Qianqian is spouting vicious slander, maliciously framing me.
Eldest Senior Brother doesn’t believe me either, and he even spoke to me coldly, wuu wuu wuu…”
But then…
The moment she opened her mouth, that terrifying voice once again lost all control and let itself go!
Like a string of firecrackers, it resounded throughout all of Ink Cloud Peak, as if afraid others wouldn’t hear, shouting loudly:
“Murong Mo! You dog of a man! You’ve finally deigned to roll out of your bedchamber?
I’m about to be bullied to death by them, and you’re still hiding inside taking it easy!
That little bitch Lin Qianqian, she framed me, and that idiot Eldest Senior Brother dares not believe me either.
Hurry up and vent my anger for me, deal with them all, and set the record straight!”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and her voice grew louder and louder, until finally she was gesturing wildly and issuing threats:
“Don’t worry, as long as you sincerely back me up!
That ninth husband position I originally planned to save for Eldest Senior Brother—I won’t give it to him anymore!
This position is yours.
And furthermore…
I permit you to hold for me a magnificent, grand, bustling wedding celebration that the entire Cultivation World will know about.
To make you the happiest man in the entire Cultivation World, the most dazzling existence.”
These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shaking everyone present into stunned silence, petrified on the spot…
Especially that last sentence—it was simply earth-shattering, shocking to the extreme, making everyone’s jaws drop, their worldview shattered!!
Murong Mo looked at this second disciple of his before him, in front of over two hundred inner sect disciples…
Without the slightest restraint?
Spouting “vile words”—Sun Yanran?
That face of his, which ordinarily always wore an indulgent smile whenever he saw her, was now as black as the bottom of a pot, livid with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging.
He was just about to open his mouth to reprimand this loose-tongued, spouting-nonsense second disciple who was ruining his reputation.
When he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of “hehehe…” laughter from afar?
This laughter was crisp and pleasant, like silver bells, yet carried a trace of schadenfreude, mixed with a hint of mockery, making one’s scalp tingle upon hearing it.
The owner of this laughter was none other than Lin Qianqian.
She truly couldn’t hold it in anymore—this long-suppressed laughter finally erupted like a bursting dam…
Laughing so hard she rocked back and forth.
Shaking like a flower in the breeze.
As if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, tears were almost coming out of her eyes.
Murong Mo followed the sound and his gaze landed on that figure.
When he saw clearly that face, washed clean of all makeup, a beauty that could overthrow cities and nations…
He was instantly frozen in place, as if under a immobilization spell, his gaze unable to move away ever again.
That face was as white and delicate as sheep-fat white jade, as tender and alluring as a blooming datura, as fresh and elegant as an orchid in a secluded valley.
It was simply breathtakingly beautiful, making him fall in love at first sight, lose his soul at second sight, and be haunted by her ever after.
A stormy sea surged within his heart, and he was dazed for a moment:
“How could this be?
Is this that little disciple Lin Qianqian who just severed her master-disciple relationship with him?
Washing off the thick, ghost-like powder on her face revealed an astonishingly peerless beauty?
It was almost like she had become a different person!
One glance was enough to make one’s heart race and breath catch!
Could it be that he—had misjudged?
A sudden, inexplicable regret surged in his heart. Should he not have agreed to sever the master-disciple relationship with her just now?
Meanwhile, on the other side…
After Lin Qianqian finished laughing to her heart’s content.
She saw Murong Mo just standing there dumbly, staring at her with burning eyes?
Yet he was indifferent to Sun Yanran’s defiance toward him, not even a single word of reproach?
She sneered inwardly;
“Even after being angered like that by Sun Yanran, he still can’t bear to scold her?
No wonder he’s the female lead’s biggest ‘backer’ in the book—he’s truly biased beyond measure!
How boring!
Suddenly, she didn’t want to keep watching the drama anymore.”
So…
She couldn’t help but purse her small cherry lips, a hint of disdain appearing on her exquisitely beautiful face. She shot Murong Mo a fierce glare, then turned and walked away gracefully, leaving everyone with a stunningly elegant silhouette.
She was going back to the Main Peak, to her father—the Sect Master of the Mystic Sword Sect—to be the pampered little junior sister doted on by everyone on the Main Peak. She would no longer suffer indignity here on Ink Cloud Peak like the original host did!
Murong Mo’s gaze followed Lin Qianqian’s gradually receding figure for a long time…
Until her silhouette completely disappeared beyond the end of his sight, not a trace left behind.
In that moment!
An indescribable sense of emptiness suddenly surged in his heart?
Like a tide, it engulfed him, making him feel hollow inside!
As if something vitally important was slipping away from him, never to be grasped again.
This time…
It seemed utterly different from before.
In the past, whenever he appeared, Lin Qianqian would always be like a cheerful little bird—trying to throw herself into his arms, acting cute and spoiled.
Although he had always been extremely annoyed by her, and had not even touched her once in three years, he had nonetheless grown accustomed to it.