Eighteen Years Ago, the Night of the Torrential Rain!

Master Xuanzhi's excitement was abnormal. He had even exposed his innate Xiantian Realm level in front of Ling Yun. The fluttering of his robes was due to his powers.

Ling Yun was still in his original position, his expression calm and collected. He patted Murong Feixue's shoulder lightly and told her that everything was alright through telepathy.

That was because Ling Yun couldn't detect a single trace of murderous intent from Master Xuanzhi, not even a trace.

"Miss Murong, I would like to speak to Ling Yun alone. Can I ask that you wait here for a short while?" Master Xuanzhi asked in a shaky voice.

Murong Feixue looked at Ling Yun for instruction since she couldn't decide. Ling Yun was already on his feet. "Big Sister Murong, please wait here for me."

Ling Yun and Master Xuanzhi entered a quiet zen room under Murong Feixue's confused gaze. Master Xuanzhi closed the door carefully behind him.