Ye Yun was in a great mood, appreciating such loyalty. He pulled Yue Mingkong into his arms, gently wrapping his hand around her slender waist, and looked at Yue Qingshan, who was continuously coughing up blood on the ground, with a faint smile on his face.

"Alright, Mingkong, you go over there first."

He lightly patted Yue Mingkong's perky bottom and pointed towards the pavilion.

Hearing this, Yue Mingkong nodded slightly and swayed her hips as she walked over.