Seeing the power unleashed by Xiao Yao's attack, Yun Leng's heart filled with apprehension. He took a deep breath, looked at Yun Yun standing before him, and cupped his hands. "Thank you, Sect Master, for saving me."
Ignoring Yun Leng behind her, Yun Yun lightly flapped the cyan wings on her back and arrived before Xiao Yao. Looking at the face that had grown more mature and resolute than it had been two years ago, a complicated emotion flickered in her beautiful eyes. She softly said, "It has been a long time, Xiao Yao. I never expected that you were only a Dou Wang back then, yet when we met again, you had already become a Dou Zong."
"It has indeed been a long time. I just never expected our reunion to be under such circumstances. How laughable." Looking at the familiar, noble, beautiful face before him, Xiao Yao could not summon the slightest bit of disgust. His gaze rested quietly upon her.
At those words, Yun Yun's heart trembled. Guilt flashed through her eyes as she gave a bitter smile. "Xiao Yao, consider what happened just now my fault. Could you leave now?"
"Yun Yun, I originally came for this Three-Year Pact merely to witness my younger brother's match. I never expected your Misty Cloud Sect to act this way. What I never expected even more was that you, as the Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect, would allow these elders to attack Xiao Yan. If I had not intervened, would my younger brother Xiao Yan not have perished here?" Xiao Yao's gaze gradually sharpened, his voice carrying a trace of coldness.
Pain appeared on Yun Yun's face. She bit her lower lip tightly, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
"Regarding today's matter, on behalf of the Misty