Scenes of her time with her teacher flashed through Yun Yun's mind. Her teacher had patiently instructed her in the Misty Cloud Sect's main hall, and whenever she encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation, he had spared no effort in guiding her through it. Then there were the Misty Cloud Sect disciples, who always bowed respectfully when they saw her, their eyes filled with reverence and trust.
At that thought, tears surged uncontrollably from her eyes and fell onto the ground beneath her feet, as though her shattered heart were weeping blood.
"Xiao Yao, is there really no other way?" Yun Yun looked at Xiao Yao almost pleadingly, her eyes full of despair.
Xiao Yao avoided Yun Yun's gaze. After a moment of silence, he said, "No. This is the price your Misty Cloud Sect must pay for the enmity it has forged with me." He paused. "Yun Yun, if you insist on refusing to choose, then no one in the Misty Cloud Sect will be spared."
Upon hearing Xiao Yao's words, Yun Yun swayed, nearly unable to remain standing.
At that moment, Yun Yun understood that no amount of pleading could change Xiao Yao's decision. She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself.
After a long while, Yun Yun slowly raised her head. Her usually serene face looked somewhat haggard as she slowly said, "I... I choose for those Misty Cloud Sect disciples to live..."
Xiao Yao was slightly stunned. Yun Yun's choice immediately wiped away the disappointment he had just felt toward her.
Xiao Yao had thought Yun Yun would struggle for a long time between the bond of master and disciple and her compassion, perhaps even choosing to abandon those innocent disciples because of her deep feelings for Yun Shan.
Yet now, she