Heading to the Snow Clan Ruins

"Yuyan…"

Feng Ruoxue, her face glowing with joy, had just caught sight of the scene before her: Mu Yuyan's fair shoulder and the subtle, lingering sparkle as her and Gu Lan's lips parted. She had never witnessed such a scene in over ten thousand years. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Gu Lan, noticing the intrusion, quickly erected a barrier in front of himself and his wife. Meanwhile, Feng Ruoxue, slightly turning her head, began to communicate via sound transmission.

"I apologize for my untimely arrival… Please, continue as you were. I'm just outside… When you're finished, call my name. I have important matters to discuss."

With that, Feng Ruoxue transformed into a gust of wind and vanished from sight.

Mu Yuyan: "…"

Gu Lan: "???"

What is going on!