After leaving the Mite'er Auction House, Yang Chen headed straight for Jia Ma Holy City.
That night, at the rear mountain of the Misty Cloud Sect on Misty Cloud Mountain.
The full moon shone alone, wisps of mist drifting through the air and lending the lush ancient forest an added sense of quiet mystery.
Beneath the moonlight, Yun Yun, dressed in a moon-white gown, stood on the platform outside a meditation chamber, wielding a longsword. Her graceful figure appeared even more mysteriously elegant beneath the hazy moonlight.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Just as Yun Yun finished a sword technique and sheathed her sword, a round of applause slowly sounded. Her brows furrowed as a chill entered her expression, and she looked toward the darkness.
The rear mountain was a forbidden area of the Misty Cloud Sect, rarely visited by anyone. In particular, this place where Yun Yun cultivated in seclusion was only visited by Nalan Yanran during the day on occasion, when she came to ask about cultivation. Other than that, almost no one ever set foot here.
Not to mention that it was now deep into the night, with shadowy moonlight all around. Who would come looking for her at such an hour for no reason?
"Sect Leader Yun Yun's swordsmanship is agile and ethereal. It seems the Misty Cloud Sect will have worthy successors!"
Under Yun Yun's gaze, Yang Chen, clad in a black robe, slowly emerged from the darkness, causing surprise to flash across her face.
"Young Master Yang, it's you? No, how did you get here?"
After her initial shock, Yun Yun finally realized the issue. How had Yang Chen suddenly arrived at the Misty Cloud Sect, and how had he found her secluded cultivation grounds?
"Sect Leader Yun Yun seems to have forgotten that your sect's