Nalan Yanran's expression changed as she asked somewhat despairingly, "Teacher, are you saying that Lord knows all of this?"
"What else? The marks on our bodies were left behind by Lord."
Yun Yun shook her head, her expression somewhat bitter. "And even if he didn't know, what could we do? A mark he left behind casually can provide such tremendous help to the two of us. Lord's true strength must be..."
Yun Yun's words reminded Nalan Yanran that something left behind casually by him could already help them so greatly. Wouldn't that mean his own strength surpassed theirs by countless times?
She subconsciously touched the green mark on her lower abdomen. It did not look large, only the size of a fingernail, yet its speed of absorbing the energy of heaven and earth was not much slower than that of a Dou Wang expert like herself.
Yun Yun looked at her student and bit her lip.
"Yanran, let's go thank our... Master."
At this point, they had no choice left.
Resistance or suicide would both bring catastrophic ruin upon their families.
They could only obediently accept their fate, straighten out their attitudes, recognize their place, and take the initiative to serve the person who held their fates in his hands.
Three months were enough for them to see certain realities clearly.
During those three months, there had been no beatings, no threats, and no filthy methods.
Only the occasional lofty, pitying gaze had slowly reminded them of their current identities.
The Sect Leader and Young Sect Leader they once were had become things of the past.
If not for the master and disciple being so beautiful, along with Lord's particular preferences, who knew what state they would be in now.
Given what the Misty Cloud Sect had done to the