After Li Zhaoyan and the other came out, her expression was grave, and she remained silent. Ling Qingyun's heart instantly rose to his throat at the sight.
He had only been here for roughly half an hour from start to finish, yet that man, who appeared kindly on the surface but whose every word and smile were unfathomable, had filled Ling Qingyun with tension and dread.
He truly loved Li Zhaoyan. It had not been easy to gain the approval of his own master's sect, nor had it been easy to obtain the consent of her master and mother. What did this mean now?
When Zhaoyan's father had told him to leave, he had not said whether he approved or not. What if he disapproved? Even if Ling Qingyun wanted to fight for it by force, his master's sect would likely never agree.
This was an Ascended Cultivator, a representative of overwhelming martial power at every realm within the sect. What such people feared least was battle, and the bloodier the fight, the stronger their combat power became.
What was more, Zhaoyan's father was one of the finest among them. His combat strength was powerful enough to make even those of the same realm wary, even afraid. Perhaps even Ling Qingyun's grandmaster would not wish to offend him lightly.
After leaving the courtyard, the two walked along a stone path through the bamboo grove. Li Zhaoyan did not speak, and Ling Qingyun did not dare ask, afraid that Li Yan's divine sense was still covering them.
Watching Ling Qingyun follow step by step, his face caught between unease and hesitation, wanting to speak yet not daring to, Li Zhaoyan walked some distance with a grave expression before suddenly turning her head slightly and asking.
"What do you think of my