Inside the vast tent, there was only a woman in a long green robe. With her back to the two of them, she held a brush in hand and painted something on the paper before her.
"Ye Yun, right? Sit."
As soon as Ye Yun stepped into the tent, the woman spoke. Sensing the faint yet powerful aura around her, Ye Yun could only obediently sit on a stool to the side.
She propped her fiery-red spear beside herself. This spear was one her master had personally found for her back then.
When she had asked her master what grade it was, her master had said it was Yellow Grade. Yet whenever a Yellow Grade weapon touched her spear, it would turn to powder. Ye Yun could not make head or tail of it.
"Master, I went through so much trouble to bring Ye Yun here. Could you not be so cold?"
Seeing how aloof his master was, Nangong Xin scratched his head, went to her side, and clung to her arm as he swayed it.
"Ye Yun, don't mind her. My master is usually very gentle. I don't know what medicine she took wrong today."
As Nangong Xin explained himself to Ye Yun, he also tried to soothe his master.
"You little brat, so this is how you slander your master in front of outsiders? And that's when you haven't even won the young lady over yet. If you did win her over, wouldn't that be the end of me?"
At that, the woman turned around, grabbed Nangong Xin's ear, and twisted it. The pain made Nangong Xin hurriedly beg for mercy, his whole face twisting into a mask of agony.
"Ow, ow, ow, it hurts! Master, I was wrong, wrong, wrong!"
Only after Nangong Xin begged for mercy