Nalan Yanran's Stubbornness

Xiao Yan could not help narrowing his eyes slightly. Who was this person, to be able to stand on the shore of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs without the slightest defense?

After all, the Nine Nether Yellow Springs was not a place just anyone could come to.

With a few thoughts gradually forming in his mind, Xiao Yan silently quickened his pace. He soon stopped at the shore of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, looked at the figure standing beside the lake, then drew a deep breath and slowly walked over.

"Hmm? Ten Thousand Spring Elder has not come for quite some time. I have failed to welcome you from afar this time. Forgive me, forgive me."

The man, whose figure appeared straight and tall yet was especially gaunt, turned around and cupped his fists toward Yao Wanchun as he spoke.

"Clan Leader Yao Ming is too polite."

Yao Wanchun gently shook her head. In front of the Young Miss and the Young Master, she naturally had no airs to speak of, so she smoothly said, "Clan Leader Yao Ming, these are my Yao Clan's Young Miss and Young Master."

As her words fell, Yao Wanchun also turned her head and introduced to Yao Wan and Xiao Yan the identity of the man before them, whose aura was not weak, though his vitality could hardly be called flourishing.

It turned out that he had originally been the Clan Leader of this generation of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, but to his surprise, he had suffered the betrayal of his own brother and had been bound within the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, tortured for hundreds of years.

It was not until later, when Qing Lin was tempering herself and had stumbled here by chance with Yao Wanchun, that a series of