Xiao Ze stood before the mountain gate, watching them leave, his fingers unconsciously brushing his sleeve.
Hidden there was a brocade handkerchief Yun Yun had embroidered herself. It bore a pale violet, the flower she had secretly slipped him the last time they parted.
"Don't worry. Yun Yun will help us." Xiao Yan saw what was on his mind and smiled as he patted his shoulder. "The Flower Sect's Supreme Elder owes Yao Lao a favor. And with your relationship with Yun Yun, there shouldn't be any problem with the Flower Sect."
Xiao Ze withdrew his gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I hope so. But that Fire Cloud Ancestor at Burning Flame Valley has a strange temper. I'm afraid he won't be easy to persuade."
"Burning Flame Valley is one of the Central Plains' top powers, after all. I think they'll weigh things carefully."
Meanwhile, inside the Flower Sect's main hall, a faint violet fragrance filled the air.
Yun Yun sat below the dais, her gaze resting on the two women in pale yellow robes seated at its head.
They were the Flower Sect's Supreme Elders, who had lived in seclusion for many years. The Great Elder was cool and taciturn, while the Second Elder was lively. Both were Half-Saints.
"The Starfall Pavilion and the Xiao Tribe want to form an alliance against the Soul Hall?" The Second Elder picked up the letter from the table, glanced at it, then set it aside. She looked at Yun Yun with a teasing smile. "I've heard that Xiao Ze of the Xiao Tribe is the one in your heart. That boy is a Dou Sheng Expert now. For him to have won so much of your affection, he must be quite extraordinary."
Yun Yun's cheeks flushed, but she