When Ye Liyuan invited them to welcome Pei Yuhang, guilt flashed in both of their eyes.
They, too, were going to welcome their master. The difference was, they had only thought of deceiving their master's wife and sneaking off alone, while she had thought to take them with her.
The contrast made Qing Yueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan feel incredibly petty in an instant.
'If Master found out, he would surely be disappointed in us.'
Qing Yueqiu's and Yu Xiaoyan's usually lively eyes now darted about, not daring to meet Ye Liyuan's gaze, and a blush of shame crept up their fair cheeks.
"Yueqiu, Xiaoxiao, what are you two spacing out for? Hurry and come with me! Don't you want to see Ah Han?"
Ye Liyuan, who had already drawn her Spirit Sword and was preparing to take flight, glanced back at her two dazed disciples and asked in confusion.
"Yes, Mistress."
The two exchanged a look and hastily took to their swords, chasing after their Mistress's figure.
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WHOOSH—
