Lian Yue watched her eldest senior sister's stubborn figure and could clearly feel the anguish in her heart.
As her junior sister, she was in just as much anguish.
But...
She had to cut the knot when the time came, or the tangled threads would only breed chaos. To save her eldest senior sister, she could only do this.
And so, she quietly sighed inwardly and offered an apology. A gust of wind blew past, turning her face deathly pale and making her body even weaker.
Yet in the end, a radiant smile bloomed on her face. She raised her head and looked at her master, faint ripples stirring in her Peach Eyes.
She forcibly endured the cold and weakness.
With a gentle tug, her moon-white sash slowly fell away, revealing her snowy, silky shoulders and orchid-like collarbones.
So pure, so endearing.
"Master, this is the private matter your disciple mentioned. But there are so many rumors in this world. Would you like to verify it yourself, Master, so you won't be deceived by gossip?"
Her words were as plaintive as ever. Lian Yue raised her head, and the Tao Hai in her Peach Eyes surged and churned, enough to sweep everyone into it.
Fang Yang lowered his head. The traces of a sun and moon flickered between his brows, and waves of savage aura radiated from him.
[Your disciple has returned from a thousand miles away. Such filial devotion deserves fierce affection. For a moment, you recall the red cord and hemp rope you obtained from Gong Yajun. And this rockery, with its beautiful scenery and swirling mist, is just the place to hang a rope...]
The narration, absent for so long, appeared again.
Breathing heavily, Fang Yang stared at Lian Yue, at his own disciple, and slowly spoke.