Nangong Yao dared not be careless, closely watching behind, fearing someone might follow them again. However, he was truly grateful to the group that had caused such a disturbance; otherwise, he would not have known how to shake off Qiandu Xiang's men. But he couldn't afford to let his guard down at this moment.
Ouyang Yue was sunk in mourning for Si Nanyu's death. These past days, she kept dreaming about Si Nanyu. In the beginning, she endured it, but in the last couple of days, all the past events rushed out at once, like a gushing spring, memories filling her up entirely.
Many duties were now Nangong Yao's responsibility. She was someone who didn't usually manage the sect's affairs; when her godfather was around, she had never dealt with the sect's business. It was Si Nanyu who helped her godfather.
But Si Nanyu was gone, without any mental preparation, things had happened just like that.
