"For this, she put in no small amount of effort."
"She always carried a little booklet with her. That booklet was a good thing—it recorded many beautiful single women."
"Whenever she met a cultivator who caught her eye, she would hand him the booklet, hoping to bring about a fine marriage."
Hearing this, Ye Lin nodded to himself.
No wonder Yun Wan'er had kept saying she wanted to introduce her to a Dao companion the moment she saw her.
So that was why.
Ye Lin did not interrupt Lin Feng and chose to keep listening.
"On a bright, breezy day ten thousand years ago, someone appeared in Yun Wan'er's little booklet. Yes, you guessed it—the person was Yun Qiyue."
"Without Yun Qiyue's knowledge, Yun Wan'er took it upon herself to play matchmaker for her and arranged meetings with tens of thousands of male cultivators."
"One day, using the excuse of taking Yun Qiyue out to enjoy the scenery, Yun Wan'er brought Yun Qiyue to where those tens of thousands of male cultivators had gathered."
"Before those tens of thousands of male cultivators, Yun Wan'er publicly announced that she would hold a martial contest to choose a husband for Yun Qiyue."
"At the time, the matter shook all four corners of the land and remained fresh in countless people's memories."
"After that happened, the relationship between those two... well... tch, it became quite delicate."
"This should be what you wanted to ask about. Other than this, I don't think anything else happened between them in the past ten thousand years."
Good heavens.
After hearing Lin Feng's explanation, Ye Lin could only cry out inwardly, Good heavens.
No wonder Senior Sister hated Yun Wan'er so much.
Who wouldn't hate her after something like that?
What kind of expression had Senior Sister Qiyue