Cang Lan paid no attention to the two people beside her. Her bright gaze fixed on Wang Yue, and anticipation colored her voice. "Brother Zhou, can we speak privately?"
Wang Yue's expression stiffened. That "Brother Zhou" sounded far too intimate, leaving him somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Zheng Gaocè and Wei Hongyu, standing nearby, saw their expressions change in rapid succession. Clearly, neither had expected Cang Lan to treat Wang Yue this way.
One had to know that Cang Lan was no ordinary daughter of an aristocratic family. Behind her stood the forces of the entire Land of the Remnants. For her to take such initiative was simply unheard of.
Wang Yue looked at Cang Lan, who was nearly as tall as he was, and sensed the faint aura emanating from within her. Guesses churned through his mind. She had sought him out—it had to be because of his bloodline. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly nodded. "All right."
A smile immediately bloomed across Cang Lan's face. She turned and led the way, her steps light and brisk. Evidently, she was extremely familiar with Zheng Mansion.
The two passed through several corridors and arrived at a secluded little courtyard. Several ancient locust trees grew within, their dense shade blocking most of the sunlight.
Cang Lan did not speak at once. Instead, she turned around and gently took Wang Yue's hand.
A cool, mist-like aura flowed from her palm into Wang Yue's body, slowly coursing through his meridians. It was gentle and pure, like spring rain nourishing the earth.
Wang Yue only felt the pressure accumulated from cultivating the Blood Sacrifice Spirit Soldier Dao vanish in an instant. Even the restlessness of his dragon bloodline calmed considerably, leaving him indescribably at ease.
Yet within Cang Lan's heart, monstrous waves crashed against