"Who's blushing?" Nalan Yanran met Xiao Yan's dark eyes, then turned her head away as though jolted by electricity.
"Feeling shy?"
Nalan Yanran said nothing.
Xiao Yan chuckled. The Dou Qi Wings on his back fluttered a few times, and he vanished from the air above the Square.
In the Square, Liu Ling, who was still comforting his teacher, saw this, and his vision went black. He toppled straight backward.
Once Xiao Yan disappeared into the sky, Yun Shan glanced over the Square and ordered, "Dismissed. Watching Mr. Xiao Yan refine medicine was a rare and precious opportunity. I hope you'll all reflect carefully on what you witnessed once you return."
"Yes, former Sect Master!" Everyone hurried to acknowledge his command, then left one after another.
Yun Shan turned his gaze to Gu He and his disciple, who lay collapsed on the ground, and snorted coldly. "I'll deal with you later."
Looking at Yun Shan's cold expression, Gu He gave a bitter smile.
"Yun'er, come with me." Yun Shan glanced at Yun Yun.
Yun Yun hesitated, but obediently followed Yun Shan away.
Watching everyone leave, Yun Potian picked up his own spirit tablet and drifted away as well.
Yun Potian flew into another Ancestral Spirit Hall in the Misty Cloud Sect-the Memorial Hall-and placed his spirit tablet in the highest position before floating quietly above it.
As time flowed on, his disciples and their disciples had all become emotionless wooden spirit tablets. Yet he was still hanging on, floating at the very top of the Memorial Hall.
"Resurrection in a flesh-and-blood body... can this Xiao Yan really accomplish that?" A trace of blazing light radiated from Yun Potian's illusory spirit form.
"Yanran."
"Hmm?"
"Turn around and look at me."
"No!"
"I've got some bird droppings on my face. Help me