Leng Wuyan was taken aback as she gazed at 'Ye Ran' before her, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes widening in surprise.
Yes, you heard it right—she was being confessed to!
Ye Ran's image on the screen was softly saying, "I realized yesterday that I liked you a lot and that affection has only grown today. I have a feeling it'll be even stronger tomorrow."
"My eyes are fixated on you, more than a hundred million stars."
...
"Quiet!" Leng Wuyan's white robes billowed as the snow on Rakshasa Peak rose into the air!
Cheesy. So cringe-worthy!
As she looked at Ye Ran's image, she couldn't contain the trembling all over. Leng Wuyan had been single for a few hundred years, and when she chose to lead a solitary life, nobody had ever confessed to her.
The intensity was overwhelming, the approach too relentless. Whenever people encountered her, they were either scared out of their wits or began showering her with flattery.
Nobody had ever dared to pursue her.
She had carefully maintained her solitude. But now, that peace had been shattered. Someone was openly pursuing her! And that someone happened to be her disciple—her most proud disciple!
Leng Wuyan stared blankly at the letter in her hand, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "Traitor! It's bad enough to break the master's prohibition order, but to scheme against me as well!" Leng Wuyan shivered. She was pretty certain it wasn't a prank. The sect strictly forbade romantic entanglements. Joking about such matters was risking serious consequences.
This was indeed Ye Ran's sincerity! Leng Wuyan withdrew from the crystal, her emotions incredibly complex. She wanted to shatter it, but recalling Ye Ran's affectionate expression and his "sincere" words, she suddenly found herself unable to summon the strength.
"So, this is what being confessed to feels like?" "Could Ye Ran really like me?" Leng Wuyan's heartbeat suddenly quickened, an inexplicable feeling welling up within her.
"Ye Ran is usually so indifferent; even though he's never been close to me, I never expected him to harbor such strong emotions!"
"He is exceptionally gifted and bears the mark of Dao, destined to surpass me in the future. From that perspective, he's not unsuitable."
"In terms of appearance, he is naturally handsome!"
"What if... I give him a chance?"
As she contemplated this, Leng Wuyan's heart raced. But then, she remembered something. You Luo Temple strictly prohibited romantic relationships, and those who violated this rule would be expelled from the sect.
This was a rule she had established herself. Now, not only would she have to break it herself, but the target was her own disciple. If news of this got out, she'd become a laughingstock!
"No, absolutely not!" Leng Wuyan shook her head vigorously and tucked the crystal away.
"Come in." "Here, what is the Sect master's command?"
A shadow slipped in through the crack in the door, transforming into a human shape and kneeling on the ground with one knee.
"Summon the Holy Son. He is to come to me."
"Yes."
The shadow dispersed. Leng Wuyan gazed at the heavy snowfall outside the window, lost in thought.
...
Ye Ran paced around the room, feeling a bit restless. Logically, after the young junior sister saw the crystal, she should have rushed to him immediately. But now it was getting dark, and there was still no sign of her.
"Could it be that I placed the box incorrectly, and she hasn't found it yet?"
Ye Ran was about to step out to check when a knock came at the door. He quickly returned to his chair.
"Enter."
The door opened, a swirl of black mist swept in, and a low voice echoed in the air.
"Holy Son, the Sect's master wishes to speak with you urgently. Hurry to Rakshasa Peak."
Ye Ran's heart skipped a beat. "Alright, I understand."
The black mist dissipated as if it had never been there.
"Master wants to see me now? she has to send the shadow guard to inform... Could it be something important?"
Ye Ran had a sinking feeling. Throwing on a coat hastily, he hurried out of the room.
...
The Xuanling Mountains stretched for hundreds of miles. Rakshasa Peak was the tallest mountain, reaching into the clouds, and the summit was perpetually covered in snow. It served as Leng Wuyan's residence.
Ye Ran was anxious as he reached the peak. He saw Leng Wuyan standing in the pavilion not far away, her back to him and her hands behind her.
"Master, do you need me?" Ye Ran stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
Leng Wuyan turned to look at him with conflicted eyes and said, "Ran'er, I noticed that your cultivation hasn't progressed in the past half-month. Have you not been focusing on your practice and allowing your mind to wander?"
Ye Ran's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily responded, "I've been feeling restless lately, which has affected my cultivation. But Master, rest assured, I will refocus."
Leng Wuyan snorted. If you're fixated on those kinds of thoughts every day, of course, you'll feel restless!
"Your talent is exceptional, and you possess the bearing of a great emperor. With time, you will undoubtedly surpass me. Focus on your cultivation and don't let stray thoughts distract you," Leng Wuyan advised.
Ye Ran looked serious. "Master, don't worry. Other than you and my cultivation, nothing else occupies my thoughts!"
He had intended to flatter, but when Leng Wuyan heard it, the meaning seemed to change entirely.
She blushed and exclaimed, "What nonsense are you speaking? Why would you keep me in your thoughts?"
Oddly, this wasn't typical of Ran'er's character; the reaction was overly vehement!
Ye Ran was also perplexed, sensing that Master was acting strangely today.
"That's all for now; you may leave! I want to ask you, how do you explain this Photo stone?" Leng Wuyan produced a Photo stone.
Ye Ran was nearly terrified when he saw it.
Thick! Present! Awkward!
Wasn't this a video of his confession to Junior Sister?
It's over, he's been found out!