"Yin Yue, come over here."

Xi Xingxue reached out her hand to him.

The sunlight shone brightly on the man in white, lovingly kissing his brows and eyes, melting away his usual coldness and revealing a gentle and warm tenderness.

Yin Yue looked over, his dark pupils contracted, his trembling fingertips gradually calmed down, and the demonic runes on his chest stopped growing.

"Master."

He murmured.

Before he could come over, Xi Xingxue had already approached him, her expression still appearing aloof and noble to onlookers.

He stared at the gossipy men:

“If you are saints, then practice Buddhism. Why do you practice empty talk without understanding the consequences? That man wanted to kill my disciple, but my disciple only crippled his cultivation. That was truly merciful!”

Xi Xingxue transmitted her voice into my ear, threatening in a low voice: "Don't let me see you outside in the future, otherwise, I will kill you."

The group trembled, feeling that Xi Xingxue was too arrogant, but they were also genuinely intimidated.

Because of the large and chaotic crowd at the scene, this small standoff went largely unnoticed.

Xi Xingxue pulled Yin Yue's sleeve and led him back to his seat, where he plopped down and let out a long sigh of relief.

Pretending to be cool is tiring, but I really looked handsome just now.

He Yan and Xie Jiuchuan, who were queuing below the stage, had no idea what was happening. They were too far away to hear each other's thoughts. They only saw that their master was personally pulling Yin Yue to his seat.

The two clenched their fists, looked at each other, and both saw sourness in each other's eyes.

Xie Jiuchuan: Master is clearly already his person. After that incident, they even branded each other's marks on their bodies. But why does Master... not belong to him?

He Yan: Didn't I hate him before? But now, I seem to hate the person who stole my master's attention even more. Could it be that the words in the illusion have really come true, that love is stronger than hate?