Hun Changqing could also see the conflict on Yun Yun's face. He knew she wanted him to help Nalan Yanran recover; the illusion had inflicted extremely severe damage on her soul.
Yet beneath Yun Yun's expectant gaze, Hun Changqing slowly shook his head. Although his three-light divine water could easily repair Nalan Yanran's soul, everything came at a price. His decision not to kill her this time was already unprecedented. How could he possibly heal her as well?
The light in Yun Yun's eyes immediately dimmed, but Hun Changqing ignored it and said to her,
"The outside world has been in turmoil lately. This is a good time for you to close the sect and help her recuperate."
Hearing this, Yun Yun immediately reined in her emotions. She knew she could not be too greedy. Nalan Yanran's survival was already a blessing amid misfortune. Then she asked uncertainly,
"But the Flower Sect has now been placed under the Soul Clan. If we simply close our gates, won't that..."
"Your Flower Sect doesn't specialize in souls anyway. Besides, the Soul Clan is embroiled in a bitter war right now. They won't bother with you for the time being. Just stay put and behave yourselves."
Hun Changqing waved a hand, then continued,
"Take her back first. I have other matters to attend to."
As his words fell, Hun Changqing vanished directly from that space.
Yun Yun stared blankly at the spot where he had disappeared. Only after a while did she turn her gaze back to Nalan Yanran.
Seeing her curled up in midair, arms clasped across her chest and trembling uncontrollably, Yun Yun sighed inwardly. She took a robe from her storage ring, draped it over Nalan Yanran's delicate, snow-white skin, then picked her up and left.
Ten years later.