In truth, even Qingluan Fairy was unsure of herself; those who knew her could see the slight nervousness in her voice.

But she felt even more uncomfortable with the atmosphere and felt compelled to step forward and break it.

When the crowd surrounded her, Shen Sanruo hadn't quite recovered yet.

The process of recovering her emotions was like having all the feelings she once had for Feng Heyun crammed together and forcibly stuffed into her mind.

She was overwhelmed by receiving so many and such intense emotions in such a short time.

She had calmed down by now, and suppressed those surging emotions.

Looking at the crowd surrounding her, their hearts pounding with anxiety, their faces tense, and their voices hesitant to speak, she wiped away her tears and gave a smile.

In response to Qingluan Fairy's words, he said, "Yes, I never said I was leaving Ninghua Sect, so why is everyone so nervous?"

“I have said that even if my feelings for them are restored, my attitude towards them will not change.”

Their expressions made it seem as if she was about to get up and walk straight out of Ninghua Sect.

There were also a few people led by Immortal Lord Changli, whose determined gazes made it seem as if they would bind her the moment she took a step, and then try to rekindle the emotions between them.

She could even picture them yelling at her: "Sang Ruo, look at us! Are you really leaving us? Don't you want us anymore?"

Yes, it's very evocative.

Shen Sangruo's words were like a shot in the arm, calming everyone's anxieties.

"Really not leaving?" Song Weiyan asked tentatively, still feeling apprehensive.

Her reaction just now was truly terrifying.

"You won't leave, Second Senior Brother. Don't you trust me at all? I'm very angry," she said, feigning anger.

Seeing that she still had the mind to joke, her expression returned to its usual normal state.

Everyone was completely relieved.

Song Weiyan quickly followed her words and apologized with a grin, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Second Senior Brother was wrong, Junior Sister forgives Second Senior Brother."

"Second Brother's sincerity isn't enough." She shook her head with a smile, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together.

"Understood, Second Senior Brother understands. Tomorrow, one million high-grade spirit stones will be delivered to Junior Sister." Song Weiyan waved his hand, quite domineering.

She chuckled, "Second Senior Brother, are you getting carried away with your acting? Where did you get so many high-grade spirit stones?"

"Isn't this to accommodate Junior Sister?" Song Weiyan raised an eyebrow.

The two of them made a scene, and the tense and serious atmosphere just now completely dissipated.

The Pure Heart Daoist and the others from the Tai Chu Sect breathed a sigh of relief. They were terrified; they had thought that any random disciple from the Ning Hua Sect could come up with a million high-grade spirit stones.

You're scaring yourself.

While his own downfall was indeed tragic, Yuzong's success was even more heartbreaking.

The atmosphere eased, and Su Xiyu tugged at her sleeve and said, "But Junior Sister, you were crying just now."

As he spoke, he slipped a handkerchief into her hand.

“Your reaction just now was very strong,” Ye Huai said.

Bai Ruoan asked softly, "What does it feel like to regain emotions? How do you feel about Feng Heyun right now?"

“It’s the feeling of missing emotions returning,” Shen Sangruo explained.

But this explanation is no different from the saying "hearing a word from a wise man is like hearing a conversation."

All her past feelings for Feng Heyun returned; her feelings for him were truly deep, and she valued him highly.

It was deeper and heavier than she had imagined.

It was a very sincere and pure emotion.

I imagine she feels the same way about other people, which explains why they're so stubbornly convinced she'll go back.

She expressed her feelings.

That sense of unease rose again in everyone's hearts.

So, she cried because her emotions had recovered, and she felt guilty for what she had done to Feng Heyun all these years, and she felt remorseful and couldn't bear to do it to him?

It was precisely at this sensitive time for her sect leader, master, senior brothers and sisters, and companions that she could easily discern what they were thinking.

He continued, "Among those recovered emotions, my feelings for Feng Heyun were actually more resentment and bitterness."

The earliest forms of emotion are indeed those beautiful feelings.

But later on, all Feng Heyun brought her were negative and depressing emotions that caused her pain and torment.

A flood of emotions rushed in within a short period of time, piling up and causing the emotions to become more intense.

That single tear was a tear she shed before she had detached herself from her emotions.

They are tears of pain, but also tears of determination to break free.

It can be said that even before she had completely detached herself from her feelings for Feng Heyun, she already harbored mostly disgust and resentment towards him.

Only that lingering unwillingness and persistence sustained her, allowing her to persevere and refuse to give up.

When she was imprisoned in the confinement room and afflicted with the Seven Emotions Gu, she resolved to give up.

Subsequently, her detached emotions seamlessly connected with her later feelings towards Feng Heyun, without any abruptness.

It's as if things would have developed this way even without detaching from emotions, forming a complete emotional arc.

The feelings of resentment and grievance have disappeared, and now only disgust remains.

“That’s about it,” Chen Sangruo said. “That tear I shed wasn’t for Feng Heyun.”

It's for her own sake, out of concern for her own well-being.

The Taoist Master Wuwei nodded. "I said long ago that detaching from emotions is more like detaching from obsessions. Even if we don't detach from emotions, Sang Yatou's feelings for them will be slowly consumed over time."

The result is no different from the current one.

He stroked his beard, looking completely calm and composed, as if he had everything under control.

Song Weiyan mercilessly exposed him, "I remember the sect leader was so nervous just now that he didn't dare to move, but now he's pretending to be calm."

The Taoist Master Wuwei clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and glared at Song Weiyan, "You impolite brat, you must have learned to spout nonsense from someone else."

Although no names were mentioned, Shi Zhili inexplicably felt that the "others" Wuwei Daoist was referring to were him.

In the past, it was notorious that those who knew etiquette were not.

No, is this the only impression he leaves on people?

"Fortunately, it didn't affect you." Immortal Lord Changli said, "Seeing your reaction just now, I was even considering forcibly keeping you in Ninghua Sect."

It's not that we want to imprison people, but rather that we want to reason with them and appeal to their emotions.

He didn't believe that her feelings for them could be as shallow as her feelings for those bastards. How could those bastards who had done so many inhuman things compare to them?

Shen Sangruo chuckled and teased, "Didn't Master say that he would respect my decisions no matter what I did? I thought Master would just let me go. Master is a typical hypocrite."

"That's not the behavior of a gentleman." She shook her head.

"I don't want you to be emotionally overwhelmed and do something you'll regret," Changli Immortal Lord explained through gritted teeth.

"Besides, you are still my disciple, how could I let you go so easily?"