"All right, you may leave."
Yun Yun waved the Misty Cloud Sect disciples away with a somewhat helpless expression.
"Yes, Sect Master. We shall take our leave."
The disciples felt as though they had been granted a pardon. They hurriedly answered Yun Yun, then swiftly withdrew.
"Teacher, you..."
Nalan Yanran looked at Yun Yun in confusion. It was not just Yun Yun's attitude; even the behavior of the Misty Cloud Sect disciples left her utterly baffled.
Seeing her expression, Yun Yun sighed softly, then began to explain.
"Yanran, the Misty Cloud Sect held a wedding today. It was to be my wedding to Pill King Gu He. I didn't want to marry him, but your Grandmaster sealed my cultivation and tried to force me to marry Gu He..."
"W-what?!"
Nalan Yanran's beautiful eyes widened. Her head spun, and disbelief flooded her heart. She could not believe that Yun Shan, who had always seemed so kind and amiable to her, who had shown her teacher such attentive care, would actually do something like this.
"Then, Teacher, now you..."
Nalan Yanran questioned Yun Yun anxiously. Just as Yun Yun cared deeply for her, she held profound affection for her teacher. Moreover, she could empathize with being forced into marriage and loathed it just as much, even if she had later unwittingly developed unusual feelings for the identity Xiao Yan had assumed.
But if she had to do it all over again, without knowing anything about Xiao Yan, she felt she would still make the same decision. Going straight to his doorstep to break off the engagement back then, with no regard for either family's dignity, had admittedly been ill-considered. Now that her teacher had suffered something similar, how could Nalan Yanran not worry?
Seeing the concern written all over Nalan Yanran's face,