Mo Xiyuan paused slightly, then leaned forward and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to see you."
Nan Xunran said in a flat, emotionless voice, "If there's nothing else, please leave."
Mo Xiyuan stood there stunned, muttering to herself: So aloof, and now she's already kicking people out.
Her eyes darted around, and she quickly found an excuse. "I've long heard of the power of the Divine Son Xunran, but I've never witnessed it firsthand. Why don't we go to the dojo and have a friendly spar?"
After speaking, she looked at Nan Xunran with a nervous expression, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation.
Nan Xunran's gaze was fixed on her, as if he could see through everything in the world.
Mo Xiyuan tensed up instantly, swallowed nervously, and clenched her hands involuntarily.
After a moment, Nan Xunran nodded and replied, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiyuan subtly placed her hands behind her back and quietly made an "OK" gesture.
A smile played on her lips as she thought to herself, "Yes! I succeeded!"
Then, Nan Xunran got up and slowly walked past Mo Xiyuan.
A delicate, pine scent wafted through the air, lingering around Mo Xiyuan's nose, causing her heart to flutter.
Mo Xiyuan followed Nan Xunran unconsciously, her steps light and graceful.
At the same moment, her right hand quietly opened the game panel, and her slender fingers frantically tapped on it.
She frowned, inwardly screaming, "Damn game panel, snap out of it!"
"It's been several days, and I still can't use any of the functions. Even if only the camera works, that would be great!!"
"I finally managed to meet Nan Xunran, and I even wanted to take a picture with him!!"
At this moment, the two strolled out of the hall.
Mo Xiyuan reacted with lightning speed; she quickly lowered her hand, and her expression returned to normal in an instant.
The guards outside the hall shouted in unison, "Your Highness!"
Then, their gazes turned to Mo Xiyuan, and they called out again, "Saintess Xiyuan."
Nan Xunran calmly replied, "Mm."
Mo Xiyuan smiled faintly and nodded slightly.
She then silently followed behind Nan Xunran, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
Dojo
Wherever Nan Xunran passed, all the disciples respectfully bowed.
Shouts rose and fell in waves, "Divine Child--!"
After Nan Xunran left, the disciples couldn't help but huddle together and whisper among themselves.
"Hey! Isn't that the Holy Maiden of the Golden Flame Palace next to the Divine Child?!"
One person stared intently at the figure in the distance, trying their best to make out its features.
The other person hesitated slightly, then replied uncertainly, "Probably."
"What brings the Divine Child to the dojo? Could it be that he intends to compete with Saintess Xiyuan?"
Everyone was speculating.
At this moment, Nan Xunran and his companion appeared on the arena in a flash.
One of the disciples, his face filled with astonishment, exclaimed, "It really is going to be a competition!"
"I'm betting a bag of spirit stones; the Divine Child is sure to win!"
"Of course, why would we need to use spirit stones?"
A gentle breeze caressed the arena.
Mo Xiyuan stood there, the whispers of the surrounding disciples reaching her ears, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
She muttered to herself, "Do they even need to tell me? This is the final boss; there's no way I can beat him."
"I just wanted to test just how powerful this person really was."
Furthermore, given her status as the Holy Maiden of the Golden Flame Palace, he wouldn't kill her.
A glint flashed in Mo Xiyuan's eyes, her thoughts fleeting.
She raised her beautiful eyes to look at Nan Xunran opposite her, and said with her lips slightly parted, "Divine Son Xunran, please enlighten me."
Nan Xunran nodded slightly.
The next moment, Mo Xiyuan raised her right hand high, and a strange light bloomed in her hand, gradually revealing a dark golden longbow.
Then, she took a step back, her long hair dancing wildly in the wind, rising and falling like waves.
Her eyes were sharp as she steadily drew the bowstring.
As she moved, powerful spiritual energy began to gather, and an arrow formed from condensed spiritual energy slowly began to take shape.
Flames raged around the arrow, and the entire space trembled slightly under the pressure of this force.
Before the arrow could even be fired, Nan Xunran appeared in front of Mo Xiyuan in the blink of an eye, as if by teleportation.
A cold glint flashed in his hand, and in the next instant, the Flowing Cloud Fan was held horizontally at Mo Xiyuan's neck.
Mo Xiyuan's eyes widened instantly, filled with confusion.
She remained in the archery stance, her body instantly freezing.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she let out a soft exclamation full of surprise. "Huh? When did you get here?"
Then she said urgently, "No, no, at least let me shoot!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Xiyuan quickly retreated, avoiding the Flowing Cloud Fan.
She looked at Nan Xunran, a pleading look in her eyes.
Please, please.
Nan Xunran remained silent for a few breaths before retracting the Flowing Cloud Fan.
Then, he smiled slightly and said, "Miss Mo, I advise you to take this seriously."