Duan Xingyun's expression became rather colorful after hearing Luo Linlang's reply.
Yan Lingzhi found this strange. "What did they say?"
"Well..." Duan Xingyun found it hard to say.
He knew his disciple's head was always filled with strange and peculiar ideas, so Duan Xingyun was hesitant to share the contents of Luo Linlang's reply.
Yan Lingzhi, however, was growing impatient. "If you have something to say, just say it. What's with all the hemming and hawing?"
Seeing Yan Lingzhi's impatience, Duan Xingyun could only bite the bullet and say, "Lin Lang said that Cangming might have taken a fancy to Ye Zhiyao."
He paused, as if afraid Yan Lingzhi wouldn't understand, and added Luo Linlang's exact words. "She called it... forced love."
Yan Lingzhi: "..."
His silence was deafening.
'There were so many things he wanted to roast them about, he didn't even know where to begin.'
'Should he mock Cangming for his terrible taste?'
