Xiao Yan: It's Not Like I'm Some Bloodthirsty Old Demon

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Form the formation!" Yun Leng roared at the three men behind him, panic on his face. "Enforcement Team, sect disciples—join me in forming the Sect Formation!"

"Grand Elder, don't make a mistake you'll regret! I brought my master here to see my teacher. Even if she's in secluded cultivation, you don't get to call the shots in the Misty Cloud Sect!" Nalan Yanran cried, her brows knitting as she shot Yun Leng a cold look.

"All of you, stop!" She turned angrily to the bewildered Misty Cloud Sect disciples. "This has nothing to do with you. Why are you getting involved?"

The disciples were caught between them, unable to advance or retreat.

On one side stood the deeply respected Grand Elder, who had effectively run the Misty Cloud Sect for years while Sect Master Yun Yun delegated authority. On the other stood their senior sister, who was just as respected among the disciples.

"Are you deaf? That girl willingly became that man's servant! She's disgraced the Misty Cloud Sect. Is she still your senior sister? Form the formation, damn you!" Yun Leng bellowed, his face twisted with rage.

"Yes!"

The young disciple at their head swallowed. Seeing Yun Leng's frenzy, he did not dare look at Nalan Yanran again and began directing the others to form the Sect Formation.

"You..." Nalan Yanran was beside herself with anger. She pointed a slender, pale finger at the disciples. Even her authority as their senior sister was no longer enough.

"That's enough."

Xiao Yan glanced at Nalan Yanran, whose chest rose and fell with anger and whose beautiful eyes were full of confusion. "Stand still and stay quiet. Don't move."

"But... the Misty Cloud Sect Formation was left by a former sect master generations ago. Every succeeding