At the same time, Yun Yun grew ever more certain that Ya Fei's feelings for Xiao Yan were far from those of an ordinary subordinate.
The devotion and respect in the depths of the woman's eyes were genuine. In everything she did, she strategized on Xiao Yan's behalf, caring deeply for his safety and future. It was plain she had long since given him her heart, willingly bowed her head to follow him, and entrusted everything she had to him.
That faint, sour feeling stirred quietly in Yun Yun's heart again. She pressed her lips together and looked at Xiao Yan.
Watching him calmly listen to Ya Fei's report, his brows carrying the steady air of someone who had everything under control, she couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.
Xiao Yan was only fifteen or sixteen, yet he had already reached the Dou Zong realm and brought the Misty Cloud Sect under his control. At his side was a peerlessly beautiful and brilliant woman like Ya Fei, devotedly assisting him; hidden in the shadows were Dou Wang death warriors; and now he had seized control of the Three Great Clans of Jia Ma in one fell swoop...
With such foundations and such a rate of growth, there was likely no second person among the younger generation across the entire Dou Qi Continent who could compare.
A peerless prodigy like him was never destined to stand alone. Having beauties by his side and forces at his command was only natural.
At that thought, the faint twinge of jealousy in Yun Yun's heart gradually faded, replaced by a sense of acceptance.
As long as she could remain by Xiao Yan's side, she would be content. There was no need to fuss over anything else.
After listening to Ya Fei's detailed