At the same time, at the foot of Among the Colorful Clouds.
Ji Ruohan was looking around.
‘This place… is so beautiful.’
Ever since the former master of the Sword Pavilion committed a great crime, forcing Ji Hongye to speak out and live under the constant surveillance of the Yan Emperor, Ji Ruohan hadn’t seen such beautiful mountain forests in a long time.
There was a time when the Sword Pavilion managed its own mountain city, a place with lush forests, singing birds and fragrant flowers, clear springs and flowing waterfalls—a true paradise on earth.
But now, the master and disciples of the Sword Pavilion could only live in the cold, desolate side halls of the palace every day.
They could neither embrace nature nor enjoy true freedom, to the point where they were almost driven to depression.
However, after Ji Hongye handed the Everlasting Tribulation Sword to Yu Yi, the Yan Emperor not only didn’t target Ji Hongye but even relaxed his surveillance over her, which came as a surprise to Ji Ruohan.
It was precisely because of this that the two of them could leave the capital immediately and come to Among the Colorful Clouds.
The thought that she was here to apologize made Ji Ruohan’s mood quite complicated.
She admitted that over the years, she had been focused on trying to restore the Sword Pavilion’s glory and paid little attention to other matters in the outside world.
Even though the Demoness’s reputation grew louder and louder, always causing some major commotion, Ji Ruohan had only heard about it in passing.
So when she heard Ji Hongye say that the current Sword Pavilion was now beneath Among the Colorful Clouds, she was utterly shocked.
‘The Demoness has always been targeted by both the righteous and evil paths. How could her development still be so rapid?’
‘And that mysterious Great Disciple of Caiyun Jian… Master actually said that even if my Eldest Disciple and I joined forces, we wouldn’t be a match for her. Just who is she?’
Just as Ji Ruohan’s heart was filled with curiosity, she suddenly felt an overwhelming, suffocating pressure emanating from the mountain.
Her heartbeat involuntarily began to race violently. Ji Ruohan swallowed hard, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she frowned and said, “She’s here.”
Ji Hongye naturally felt that pressure as well and frowned slightly.
“Master… she couldn’t be… intending to harm you, could she?” Ji Ruohan asked, shivering.
Ji Ruohan hadn’t even seen Yu Yi’s person yet, but she was already almost suffocated by the aura she was radiating.
‘Is this… the aura of the Demoness, Yu Yi?’
With an aura like Yu Yi’s, back when Ji Ruohan had offended her, she had only gotten a spanking. Yu Yi hadn’t released any aura at that time.
But now, having felt Yu Yi’s aura, Ji Ruohan couldn’t help but suspect that Yu Yi had let her off back then precisely to lure Ji Hongye over for revenge.
‘I know… I shouldn’t have stopped to watch them back then…’ Thinking of this, Ji Ruohan couldn’t help but feel a bit of self-blame. ‘If only I had known earlier…’
The next second, that cold, arrogant, and authoritative voice rang out.
“Who goes there?”
Both Ji Hongye and Ji Ruohan turned their gazes.
They saw that peerlessly beautiful woman of Among the Colorful Clouds, walking gracefully, accompanied by two young girls as beautiful as celestial fairies, appearing at the foot of the mountain.
Yu Yi had originally wanted to see who would be so tactless as to come looking for trouble during such a sensitive time. But when she took a closer look, she saw two familiar faces.
One was Ji Ruohan, who had been spanked by Yu Yi not long ago. If a gust of wind were to blow, slightly lifting her skirt, one could see that mysterious and alluring absolute territory.
The other was the white-haired loli Sword Emperor wearing white silk. If a gust of wind were to blow, slightly lifting her skirt, one could see that enticing scenery.
Previously, when Yu Yi was bored and went down the mountain to stroll around Mingyue City, mingling with the people for fun, a young seamstress, hailed as a “genius” by the neighbors, found Yu Yi.
She said she had hit a bottleneck and couldn’t design any good clothing styles, so she asked Yu Yi for advice. Yu Yi had always been on good terms with the people of Mingyue City. Since those who adored her were facing difficulties, Yu Yi was happy to help.
On a whim, drawing from her memories before transmigrating, she told the seamstress about the concept of “over-the-knee socks.”
The seamstress was instantly enlightened, rapidly developed a pair of white silk over-the-knee socks, gifted them to Yu Yi, and waited for her feedback.
As soon as Yu Yi saw those two exquisite pieces of white silk, the first person she thought of was Ji Hongye. Then, as if bewitched, she mailed the white silk over.
After sending it, she calmed down, thinking that with the Sword Emperor’s personality, she probably wouldn’t wear such “shameful” things.
To Yu Yi’s surprise, Ji Hongye had come to see her wearing them just like that!?
Yu Yi couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Ji Hongye.
‘Good grief, this is really…’
Ahem, now was not the time to appreciate such things.
Yu Yi shifted her gaze away, retracted the sharp aura she had been releasing, and spoke calmly, “Senior, what brings you here?”
Before Ji Hongye could answer, Ji Ruohan’s heart sank.
‘She… she’s asking this on purpose, right? And why did she suddenly retract her aura?’
‘Could it be… she’s afraid she won’t be able to hold back and might accidentally use a killing move? That’s why she deliberately needs to restrain her power?!’
Ji Ruohan’s mind began to wander wildly.
‘Could it be… she came because of that matter?’
Ji Hongye glanced at Ji Ruohan beside her, took a step forward, and bowed to Yu Yi in apology.
“My disciple has offended you once again. As her master, I cannot shirk my responsibility.”
Hearing Ji Hongye’s words, Ji Ruohan’s heart sank once more.
‘What? Again? Master mentioned before that Third Disciple not only violated a taboo but also provoked someone he shouldn’t have, ultimately meeting a fitting end. Could the person he provoked be…?’
If it were the first time offending Yu Yi, it could be treated as a misunderstanding.
But what Ji Ruohan didn’t expect was that this was actually the second time.
Yu Yi being offended by the Sword Pavilion twice in a row could no longer be treated as a misunderstanding. She might very well think the Sword Pavilion was deliberately picking a fight!
With the Great Disciple of the Sword Pavilion absent, if a conflict broke out with Among the Colorful Clouds, the Sword Pavilion might be completely destroyed!
Ji Ruohan swallowed deeply.
She realized that if she didn’t apologize properly, the situation might become irreparable.
“Oh? So Senior brought her here to—” Yu Yi raised an eyebrow.
Before she could finish her sentence, she heard a thump beside her. Looking to the side, she saw that Ji Ruohan had already knelt before Yu Yi, apologizing with utmost sincerity.
“My earlier offense against you, Senior, was due to my ignorance and arrogance. This is my fault alone. I beg you, Senior, to be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against my Master or the Sword Pavilion!”
Yu Yi was somewhat surprised.
She remembered clearly Ji Ruohan’s previous arrogant, rude, and haughty demeanor.
Who would have thought that upon meeting again, she would lower her head to Yu Yi so directly?
‘As expected of the Sword Emperor Senior. Her skill in disciplining disciples is truly top-notch, making her bow and admit her mistake so quickly?’
‘It seems that Slanted Sword Immortal back then was just deluded on his own, not a problem with Senior’s teaching methods.’
Ji Hongye also sighed inwardly.
‘As expected of Sister Yu. Just by releasing her aura for a few seconds, she intimidated Ruohan. Sigh, it seems I still fall short of Sister Yu. Should I indeed be stricter with my disciples?’
The two of them, completely on different wavelengths, each finished their private lament. Yu Yi then slowly spoke.
“Ganxue.”
Yun Ganxue beside her understood and stepped forward, also bowing in apology to Ji Ruohan.
“Sister Ji, I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have leaned out of the Flying Chariot so casually earlier. I was in the wrong first.”
Ji Ruohan was confused upon hearing this.
‘What does the Demoness mean by this? Does she think my apology isn’t sincere enough?’
Ji Ruohan hurriedly interjected, “No, no, no! It’s my fault!”
“It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s mine!”
“My fault.”
“I said it’s mine!!!”
Seeing this, Yu Yi’s expression became somewhat subtle.