"Master, I misjudged you. You actually wanted me to lose the girl I've pursued for five years. Hmph."
Nangong Xin spoke to Miaoyuan with a face full of anger. After saying his piece, he flicked his sleeve and stormed off. His master had utterly disappointed him—she clearly didn't want him to have an easy time.
He had known Ye Yun for five years. He knew her temperament well: stubborn, with an exceptionally strong sense of pride. What his master had just said—wasn't that simply striking at her self-respect?
Humiliating Ye Yun's pride right to her face—he regretted it to death this time. He never should have brought Ye Yun to meet his master.
A master good for nothing but ruining things.
"Ye Yun, wait for me! Wait! My master didn't mean it that way. Listen to my excuses... ah, pfft, listen to my explanation!"
Watching Nangong Xin hurry away, Miaoyuan was dumbfounded. Then she stroked her chin and fell into thought.
"Strange."
Miaoyuan's face was full of puzzlement. Her original plan had been to make the girl before her feel a trace of guilt. That way, she would feel somewhat indebted to her disciple deep down.
And then, in the future, her disciple would have a much easier time getting things done.
But now, it seemed... something was off.
"That's not right. Back then, that old bastard had joined forces with his master to trick me like this too. Sigh, I'm old. I can't keep up with young people's way of thinking anymore."
Miaoyuan let out a deep sigh, then flicked her sleeve and left.
That was exactly how she had been tricked back then. But now, it seemed this move wasn't very effective anymore.
"Ye Yun, don't go! Wait!"
Nangong Xin accelerated several times and caught Ye Yun, then