The Story Behind It

Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. To everyone's surprise, their expressions were remarkably alike at that moment—both uneasy and conflicted.

Seeing their hesitation, Zhao Xuan could not help but say, "Mubai, Zhuqing, if there's something you need to say, just say it. We're all friends here. There's nothing you can't tell us."

Dai Mubai nodded, then he and Zhu Zhuqing solemnly bowed to everyone.

Everyone was startled. What was this about? Ma Hongjun stammered, "Boss Dai, what are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Dai Mubai shot Ma Hongjun a fierce glare, but unlike usual, he did not move to teach him a lesson. Instead, he seemed like a different person, having become much more composed.

Seeing that Dai Mubai could not bring himself to speak for a long while, Zhu Zhuqing gave him a cool glance and said, "Let me tell everyone..."

"Let me do it, Zhuqing..." Dai Mubai had barely opened his mouth when Zhu Zhuqing glared at him, leaving him looking awkward.

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, then said evenly, "Before I explain this matter, I have to tell you about Mubai's and my backgrounds."

"Backgrounds? What backgrounds? Don't tell me you're descendants of some reclusive great clans? You're heirs to two great families, but your families are mortal enemies, and yet you fell in love?"

Ning Rongrong stared at the two with shining eyes and eagerly questioned Zhu Zhuqing, her mind unusually active at that moment.

Hermione tugged helplessly at Ning Rongrong's sleeve. "Rongrong, didn't I tell you to read fewer fantasy novels? You're the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Don't you know whether there are any reclusive clans in this world?"

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated slightly. "Although Mubai and I don't come from