Such childish provocation—Yun Yun did not believe it. She and Nalan Yanran were master and disciple, but also like sisters. Their relationship was very good.
She turned back and shot the young man a glare. "Whenever you talk about Yanran, it feels like you're talking about a child. Have you forgotten that you're the same age as her?"
Chen Guan shook his head. "People the same age are supposed to have common ground. Your precious disciple and I can't talk about anything together. I think the way we are now—standing together and watching the sunset, casually talking about whatever is bothering us, like friends—is more like being peers."
Yun Yun did not refute him. If she ignored his age, it really did feel that way.
"I remember someone once sincerely told me that he wouldn't leave the Imperial Capital for several years. Then he turned around and ran off. Is that what friends do?"
"Ha, that was purely an accident. Plans can't keep up with changes."
"Oh? Then what about the puppet?"
"What puppet? Did something happen to the puppet? What a pity. Maybe it broke after being left too long."
"Little Liar! Not a word out of your mouth is true."
"That's a bit arbitrary of you."
One was from the royal family, while the other was the current sect master of the Misty Cloud Sect. Having run into each other in the desert, they actually chatted quite merrily. It was not until the last remnants of the sunset had completely vanished that Yun Yun took the lead in returning the way she had come.
Having run into the great Sect Master Yun, especially after showing off a little in front of her, Chen Guan was in quite a good mood.
Unfortunately, that good mood did not last long.