Duan Yue glared at him. "Only you are allowed to hold her hand?"
"Of course." Mo Lian irritably swept Duan Yue a glance and directly pulled Qiao Mu towards the main courtyard.
"I wonder what they are fussing about outside." Mo Lian spoke quietly. "I saw that even the three peak masters came out from their courtyards."
"Can't even have a sound sleep." A senior sister with a morning attitude grumbled while rubbing her eyes by the side.
Before long, Yang Xirong walked in with a darkened face and waved her hand at the group of Holy Water Sect disciples. "Go to sleep! Don't bother about it!"
The disciples looked at each other in dismay. How could they sleep when the racket outside was so loud?
