Li Qiuyun listened to the conversation among the three members of the master-disciple trio and became even more anxious: "But Uncle Chen, even if they left on their own, what about the whole garden of spirit plants? Now the valley only has you and your two disciples, how can you manage to take care of it all? The sect's monthly inspection is no trifling matter! No way... I... never mind, I'll spare him and Qiuyun will plead him to come back, thus not losing Uncle Chen's face!"
After her initial anger faded, Li Qiuyun belatedly realized the severity of the situation.
She immediately wanted to step onto her flying sword to pursue Wei Cheng and the eight outer disciples.
Chen Ye reached out and held Li Qiuyun's delicate wrist.
Seeing her so considerate for his sake, even willing to go against her own heart to plead to Wei Cheng, Chen Ye's heart softened, and he said gently:
"Qiuyun, I am deeply grateful for your intentions... but I have my own plans."
But...
