"Sir, the time has come." Yun'er called softly.
"Well, the time has come, and it has come so quickly! Ha!" A clear voice sounded, and the "ha" sounded like a self-mockery and a lament, echoing in the room, making Yun'er feel a trace of sadness in his heart.
Yun'er quietly raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her. There was a trace of obsession and forbearance in her eyes. She hesitated to speak. After a long while, she finally said, "Master, you don't have to be like this..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded, "Yun'er, get out!"
"Brother Qingfeng, this is what you promised me, you must remember it!" A playful female voice sounded in Qingfeng's ears.
"Flowing clouds, flowing clouds..."