Yun Yun felt helpless toward this stubborn disciple of hers.
Hai Bo Dong and Jia Xing Tian, seated off to one side below, watched the scene and smiled at each other. Both of them then turned their gazes toward Nalan Jie, who was staring fixedly at Nalan Yanran in the square.
Hai Bo Dong lightly teased, "Old Nalan, it looks like your future grandson-in-law still has some hope. I just didn't expect your granddaughter to suddenly come to her senses. She's actually willing to humble herself and become his maid.
Though the process may be a little bitter, the one by the water gets the moon first. Your future grandson-in-law has a very good chance.
I don't know much about that Xiao Yan fellow, but from the time I've spent with him, he doesn't seem to have liked any woman so far. So, you understand."
"Hehe, even I, her grandfather, can't figure out why Yanran did this. Perhaps I'm old and no longer understand what young people are thinking." Nalan Jie's previously gloomy face gradually regained some color after hearing Hai Bo Dong's words, and he smiled faintly.
"You old fellow, just enjoy this in secret. If your granddaughter really ends up with Xiao Yan in the future, perhaps the two of us old men will have to rely on you." Jia Xing Tian said with a faint smile.
At this moment, the other disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect in the square also began whispering among themselves.
"How could Senior Sister Yanran do this? She's the pride of our Misty Cloud Sect. How can she become someone else's maid?"
"There's nothing to be done about it. She lost this match, and I heard she personally made this wager herself. Still, I believe Senior Sister must have her own plans."