"T-Teacher?" Nalan Yanran stared at the beautiful, disheveled woman before her, her mind roaring. The scene before her was something she could never have dreamed up.
Yet there it was, miraculously unfolding before her eyes, and the man standing opposite her teacher, holding her clothes, was none other than her former fiancé.
"Have I been dreaming these past few days?" Nalan Yanran slapped herself hard.
Smack! A blood-red handprint appeared on her fair little face, showing just how mercilessly the girl had struck herself.
Yet nothing before her changed. Bewildered, Nalan Yanran dropped to the floor with a thud.
Her mind had suffered far too many shocks lately.
First, the fiancé she had been betrothed to in childhood had come to break off their engagement. Though he was the same age as her, he had already reached the Dou Emperor level, and the power backing him was downright terrifying.
Then she had discovered that two undying old souls were actually living beneath the great stone where she had cultivated for years.
Finally, her teacher had actually hooked up with her former fiancé.
All of it left her feeling neither sorrow nor joy. Only bewilderment remained.
What was going on these past few days? Why did it all feel like a dream?
"Yanran!" The moment she saw her beloved disciple, Yun Yun's beautiful face, which had been on the verge of tears, instantly turned to stone.
Now that her disciple had witnessed this, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash her clean. Yanran would surely think she was seducing her former fiancé.
For a moment, Yun Yun wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Only Xiao Yan continued to watch the scene with a smile.
He had indeed failed to notice Nalan Yanran following