Minglan walked out of the front gates of Bai Ri Mansion, looking up at the clear sky in silence for a long time.
Back in the room, the moment Yu Ci revealed his attitude, the gazes cast toward her by many had changed, and those cunning individuals all sensed something amiss. No one thought Yu Ci was making an unreasonable scene, and even if he were, Xie Yan was sitting right there in the room; though this man had not uttered a single word from beginning to end, his silence represented tacit consent, which practically announced the Xuan Yin Sect's withdrawal from this grand feast of carving up the abundant resources of Bai Ri Mansion.
Minglan, however, was not the least bit surprised.
After standing for a while on the steps before the main entrance, the carriage was already prepared. Around the carriage were several high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect, mostly female, all with indignant looks upon their faces. The fruit of their arduous struggle throughout the entire night had been dismissed with a single remark; that these people did not kick up a fuss on the spot was entirely due to Minglan's lofty prestige within the sect.
Stepping slowly into the carriage, Minglan signaled for a return to Youqiu Palace.
Her method of cultivation was relatively unique, and her physical constitution had a huge gap compared to several core formation cultivators, or even spirit cultivators of the same rank. The fierce battle in the middle of the night, coupled with matters weighing on her mind, had left her quite exhausted. Once inside the carriage, she leaned sideways against the seat, closing her eyes to rest her mind, and in a half-asleep, half-waking state, she seemed to hear the rumble of thunder rolling past overhead.
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