Chapter 265.1: We'll Ultimately Turn to Dust - Part 1
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 265.1: We'll Ultimately Turn to Dust - Part 1

The moonlight tonight was beautiful, as the bright moon emerged between the clouds, casting its light upon the earth. The entire Infatuation Daoist Temple shimmered as if adorned with a light veil.

Those young disciples below the cliff heard Ye Zhihua's earlier words. After they fell into a brief silence, someone opened their mouth and said, "I think I heard Senior Sister Ye speaking. She didn't turn him down?"

"Nor did she agree, did she?" A female disciple was somewhat disgruntled, gazing at the cliffside and thinking that someone as fine as Senior Brother Yun was indeed someone beyond her reach.

"Junior Sister's words sound a bit sour. Any discerning person can tell that Senior Sister Ye didn't reject, isn't that as good as acceptance?"

A male disciple lamented, "Turns out that Senior Sister Ye didn't have the thought of rejecting Senior Brother Yun all along. Then, they have really wasted a good number of years after so long."

The female disciple who had been retorted snorted coldly and walked away, with no intention of debating at all.

The young disciple who had just spoken was taken aback when he saw this scene, he did not know why that junior sister would become angry. But soon, a disciple beside him nudged his shoulder and whispered, "Senior Brother, go and pacify her quickly. How dare you bully Junior Sister? Be careful that Master might make you go down the mountain and set off on a journey tomorrow."

That disciple was puzzled, "But I didn't say anything?"

Hearing this, many laughing voices suddenly sounded out around him. The atmosphere was very joyous.

In reality, the Infatuation Daoist Temple had always been a very strange place. It was far from as solemn as others imagined, but rather casual. It was not at all like what one would expect from the daoist leader of the Dao society.

The Temple Master stood at a distance and saw Yun Jianyue turn and leave, presumably to change his clothes. Only then, did he turn his head with lingering fear to the few old daoists present and asked in a soft voice

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