It had all happened so fast that they hadn't even seen what had occurred before their boss was sent flying.
The men exchanged glances, each seeing the same unbridled shock in the others' eyes.
Yun Miaomiao froze when she saw the Late-Stage Grandmaster coughing up blood, utterly battered.
She had no idea what had happened either.
But she could clearly feel the horrifying wounds across her body healing before her eyes under the blue-green light.
Even her strength, which had been all but exhausted, was slowly returning.
"Are you all right?"
Just then, a gentle voice sounded beside Yun Miaomiao's ear.
She turned toward it and saw a young man standing not far behind her. She had no idea when he had appeared; he hadn't made a sound.
He wore a luxurious purple robe embroidered with delicate cloud patterns that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
His features were gentle, and a deep, ocean-like calm rested between his brows. There was a trace of the dignity of someone long accustomed to high status in his every movement, yet nothing about him felt overbearing.
Instead, he gave her the comforting sense of a warm spring breeze.
It was Qin Yan.
"Thank you for saving me, senior!"
Yun Miaomiao struggled to her feet and bowed respectfully to Qin Yan.
"May I ask your name, miss?"
Qin Yan asked with a smile.
He wanted to confirm the woman's identity.
"Senior, my name is Yun Miaomiao."
She didn't understand why he had asked, but she answered honestly.
At those words, Qin Yan's last shred of doubt vanished.
The woman before him really was the senior sister he had never met.
His expression remained unchanged, however. He merely gave a slight nod. "Mm."
Now was not the time to acknowledge their connection.
As the Holy Son