Murong Yan bit her lip tightly, her slender hands clenched into fists, her entire body stiff as she controlled the flying sword towards the Sect Management Department.

Her eyes were somewhat hazy, and her face was unusually flushed.

No one knew what she was experiencing.

When she found Ning Xiyue at the Sect Management Department, Ning Xiyue looked curiously at her, noticing the beads of sweat forming on her forehead.