Whoosh—
The air across the Misty Cloud Sect seemed to freeze in that moment. The mountain breeze stopped blowing, and the clouds drifting among the peaks appeared to hang motionless.
Everyone's gaze snapped toward the two figures locked in an embrace. Their eyes were filled with shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and utter disbelief.
That was the Misty Cloud Sect Master, Yun Yun!
The ethereal goddess in the hearts of countless cultivators throughout the Jia Ma Empire was aloof and proud, untouched by worldly concerns. She spent most of her time on Qingyun Peak and never let any man come close. Who in the sect didn't revere her coolness and purity?
And yet now, this lofty, otherworldly sect master was being held in the arms of a strange young man, right in front of everyone!
And from her posture, she didn't seem the least bit resistant. If anything, there was an indescribable intimacy and gentleness in the way she leaned against him!
"Hiss—"
Only after a long while did a chorus of sharp intakes of breath finally break the deathly silence.
The Misty Cloud Sect disciples trembled faintly, their eyes dazed. What they had witnessed today had overturned everything they thought they knew.
"I... I'm not seeing things, am I? Mr. Xiao... is actually holding the sect master?"
"Oh heavens! The sect master has always been as pure as ice and jade. When has she ever been this intimate with a man? This is unbelievable!"
"Just who is this Mr. Xiao Yan? Not only does he possess heaven-defying cultivation at such a young age, he's even won the sect master's heart?"
"Even princes of the Imperial Family and prodigies from the great sects find it harder than climbing to the heavens just to call on the sect master and speak with her.