Meng Yutong: Western Continent Remote Border Inspector and Left Imperial Supervising Grand Governor of the Garrison Command!

Early the next morning, the high-spirited Meng Yutong departed the Green Pavilion Sect aboard a Cloud Boat under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Strange, Junior Brother, why do you look so sallow and skinny?"

"Got fleeced by someone's back-alley chicken theft and crooked deals, obviously!"

Duan Shuyun: why does something feel weird!!?

What kind of veiled literature was this now?

"All right, First Senior Sister, let's pack up our things. We can leave too."

"Hey! Do Second Senior and I not need to enter your portable space?"

"No need. You're responsible for holding up the scene. Besides, whose wedding procession doesn't have a few maidservants?" Lin Heng joked.

"Heh! You really are treating us as Master's dowry maidservants!" Duan Shuyun swung her little fist and thumped him.

"How could I bear to make you become maidservants? It's nothing more than satisfying Master's pitiful little self-esteem and sense of superiority."

"Sigh! After several hundred years, the shadow of a clan, the bitterness of a person... she's never told us about any of it, has she?"

Lin Heng patted her shoulder as he spoke.

Duan Shuyun's gaze softened, and she nodded in agreement. Master usually looked unreliable, but it seemed she had never shown too much pressure in front of them, her disciples.

If Lin Heng had not told them about Master's background, they would still have been kept in the dark even now.

They had all thought Master had no family, that she had clawed her way out alone with hardship.

Not long after, the Cloud Boat set sail once more.

Lin Heng, Duan Shuyun, Mu Liuxi, Leng Qingyun, as well as Dugu Zixuan and Chen Changqin.

Everyone else stayed on the peak. Little Demoness and Zhao Wanqing had grown increasingly close, so they did not come join in on this excitement.