Yaoguang Fairy Path

Xiao Jue, the head of Formation Peak, shook his head and said, "Yun Han has always been sensible. He must have his reasons for doing this. Let's wait and see what happens next."

Sect Master Cang Yi Hai also nodded slightly without saying much. He knew Luo Yunhan's character and believed that he had the ability to handle this matter.

The audience in the audience was talking about it. Some were surprised at Luo Yunhan's actions, some admired Ye Shuyao's tenacity and perseverance, and some envied her for having a master who loved her so much.

"I didn't expect that Master Luo Feng loves his disciples so much. I'm really enviable."

"Yes, Junior Sister Ye is really lucky."

"But having said that, Junior Sister Ye's strength is indeed admirable. She was able to fight Senior Brother Qin Feng to a draw. It's truly remarkable."

Li Yuru's fingertips trembled slightly. She held Yang Tao's hand tightly, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "Oh my God, Immortal Yunhan is truly a unique figure in the world of immortal cultivation. With that peerless beauty and that awe-inspiring aura, Yaoyao is so envied to have such a perfect master..."

The corner of Yang Tao's mouth twitched slightly. He gently nudged his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and there was a subtle hint of sourness in his tone: "Li Yuru...you..."

Li Yuru turned around and glared at Yang Tao with some dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? You're making such a loud noise that even flies are scared to death. The air around us seems to have frozen."

Yang Tao's face flushed red, as if he had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start. He could only stammer awkwardly: "I... I..."

Seeing this, Li Yuru couldn't help but chuckle. She pinched her slender waist lightly with a playful look on her face: "I knew you could only say 'I, I, I', and I don't expect you to say anything. In this case, let's not waste time here. I'd better go back to practice." After that, she turned and left, leaving Yang Tao standing there awkwardly.

The outer disciples around felt the subtle atmosphere between the two and tacitly chose to stay away. They knew that the grudges and disputes between these direct disciples were not something they could interfere with.

The crowd was talking one after another. Although the battle on the arena was over, the topic of this fight was still going on. The names of Ye Shuyao and Luo Yunhan also spread throughout the sect during this fight.

On Piaomiao Peak, the night deepens and the sky is dotted with stars.

Luo Yunhan gently placed Ye Shuyao on the bed, his actions revealing deep concern and love.

He looked at her pale and tired face, his heart filled with heartache.

Luo Yunhan sat beside the bed, staring quietly at Ye Shuyao's sleeping face.

Her cheeks, illuminated by the moonlight, had a faint jade color, like an uncarved jade, pure and warm.

He used his spiritual power to heal Ye Shuyao's wounds, stretched out his palm, and gently stroked her cheek. The touch of her skin was like the finest silk, which made him feel an indescribable tenderness.

Looking at Ye Shuyao's peaceful sleeping face, Luo Yunhan couldn't help but feel an impulse in his heart.

He slowly leaned over, his fingertips gently tracing across her long, curled eyelashes. This subtle movement, like a spring breeze, made Ye Shuyao's eyelids itch slightly. She reached out dazedly, trying to push the mischievous hand away, mumbling, "Dabai, stop it." Her voice was filled with a hint of coquettishness, like a flower bud in early spring about to bloom.

When Luo Yunhan heard her murmur, a doting smile appeared on his lips.

He thought to himself, "This girl, actually comparing me to that silly white crane on Piaomiao Peak, is so naughty! She deserves to be punished." However, he didn't really blame her. Instead, he gently adjusted her quilt, ensuring that every inch of her skin was gently wrapped in the warmth. His movements were so gentle and meticulous, afraid to disturb her sweet dreams, even more so, afraid that she would catch a cold. His eyes were filled with deep tenderness, as if he wanted to melt her whole body in this warmth.

He leaned down and whispered in Ye Shuyao's ear in a voice that only he could hear: "Yao'er, work hard to make yourself stronger." His voice was full of expectation and tenderness.

However, Ye Shuyao was in a daze while sleeping and did not hear all of Luo Yunhan's words, and fell into coma again.

Author: Since some readers are not used to the original plot of this chapter, I made some changes.