As Yun Yun's words fell, the atmosphere grew delicate once more.
Jia Xingtian looked a little uncomfortable. "Sect Master Yun, then what did your teacher mean?"
"My teacher meant that we cannot afford to offend either side. But..."
Yun Yun hesitated.
"But what?" Hai Bodong's interest was piqued.
Yun Yun drew a deep breath and glanced at Fan Tian, who had been staring at her all along. A blush rose over her fair cheeks. "But, if possible, my teacher wanted me to stand on... his side."
Yun Yun suddenly reached out, pointing her slender arm at Fan Tian behind the others.
Hai Bodong frowned. "Hah, that old dog Yun Shan really is clever. He actually wants to hedge his bets! He thinks far too highly of himself."
Looking at the helpless Yun Yun before him, Fan Tian felt an inexplicable flicker of pity. "Yun Yun, one of those two powers your teacher spoke of is me. The other is the person who sent your teacher those medicinal pills."
Yun Yun's expression stiffened. She turned her head aside, her delicate body trembling slightly.
She did not know what was wrong with her. Whenever she looked at Fan Tian, her body trembled faintly, as though it had already become muscle memory.
Ever since returning from the Tagor Desert, she had tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Fan Tian's voice kept echoing in her mind, refusing to fade.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Fan Tian swept his gaze over everyone present before speaking slowly. "I will not remain in the Jia Ma Empire for very long. I will be leaving after a while."
Then he turned his gaze to Yun Yun. "Your disciple Nalan Yanran will have a match with someone named Xiao Yan at the Misty Cloud Sect. I am