"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan!"
Xiao Yan's calm voice drifted across the entire plaza.
Across the plaza, countless Misty Cloud Sect disciples looked at Xiao Yan with varying emotions in their eyes.
They were no strangers to the name Xiao Yan. Because Nalan Yanran was the young sect leader, many Misty Cloud Sect disciples admired her. Yet Xiao Yan had once been engaged to Nalan Yanran, which had made many disciples jealous. They often mocked him as a fallen family's brat, a toad dreaming of swan meat.
But today, Xiao Yan remained so calm beneath the combined formation of over a thousand Misty Cloud Sect disciples. Quite a few of the sharper disciples felt a chill in their hearts. This indifferent composure was nothing like the Xiao Family's good-for-nothing from the rumors.
Nalan Yanran's bright eyes fixed on the slightly thin youth at the edge of the plaza. As her gaze lingered on his face, she could vaguely make out traces of his appearance from three years ago. Yet the Xiao Yan of today no longer possessed the immaturity and sharp arrogance he had once had. In its place was a deep, restrained reserve.
Recalling what had happened three years ago, along with Nalan Jie's recent persuasion, Nalan Yanran suddenly felt that perhaps the two of them could have a calm conversation. However, everything would have to wait until after the duel.
"Nalan Clan, Nalan Yanran!"
Nalan Yanran stood tall in the center of the plaza, her tone equally calm. Yet within that calmness lay intense confidence.
At this moment, Fa Ma, seated on the high platform, had turbulent emotions in his aged eyes.
That Black Ruler looks so familiar... Yan Xiao... Xiao Yan... Could they be the same person?! Fa Ma silently exclaimed.
*The Misty Cloud Sect will probably lose