Nantian Fengyu's playful demeanor vanished completely. Her crimson eyes burned with rare intensity as she stared at Yun Qianxue.
"You let him go alone? Again?" Her voice carried an edge rarely heard. "The usually decisive Yun Qianxue, the Snow Fairy of Misty Cloud Sect—now so soft after becoming his wife?"
The words struck like blades.
Yun Qianxue didn't flinch. She met Nantian Fengyu's gaze steadily, her own frost-blue eyes unwavering.
"He made his choice."
A tense silence fell between them.
Tang Suyin, sensing the rising tension, intervened softly. "We don't have time for this. Ren Yuan is still—"
Nantian Fengyu cut her off with a sharp gesture.
"No." She stepped closer to Yun Qianxue, her petite frame radiating an almost oppressive aura. "You know better than anyone how dangerous Nian Shi is. Yet you let Yun Lintian walk straight into his trap?"
Yun Qianxue's fingers tightened slightly at her sides. "He isn't weak."
