The figure in blue suddenly vanished and reappeared, as though he had lagged.
"You... why is your surname Nalan?" Xiao Xuan stared blankly. That ancient, mysterious expression vanished at once, replaced entirely by stunned bewilderment.
Me: "..."
Is that my fault? My father's surname was Nalan, my grandfather's surname was Nalan, so naturally I had been a Nalan since childhood.
"Ahem, Ancestor Xiao Xuan, although my surname is Nalan, I truly am a member of the Xiao Clan."
I wore a solemn expression. After all, if they went by the Fighting God Bloodline, Xiao Yan did not possess the Xiao Clan's Fighting God Bloodline either. And if they went by ordinary bloodlines, Xiao Xuan was a figure from several thousand years ago. Several thousand years was enough for mortals to reproduce for hundreds of generations. The blood relation between Xiao Xuan and Xiao Yan...
There was no telling how much of it remained.
I was Xiao Meier's fiancé. Why couldn't I count as a member of the Xiao Clan?
Xiao Xuan frowned, still pondering why I was clearly a member of the Xiao Clan yet had the surname Nalan. Who knew what form he currently existed in? He seemed to have spent a long time thinking about this question without figuring it out.
"Humph! Who are you? How dare you make a move against your Blood Blade Grandaddy!"
The Blood Blade Saint let out a savage roar. The bloody aura and killing intent around him grew ever denser as he turned the Ghost Head Broadsword in his hand and slashed at Xiao Xuan. In the blink of an eye, dozens of strikes descended. Crimson blade light surged endlessly, linking together into a river of blades that came rushing forward.
"Too noisy. You interrupted my thoughts!"
Xiao Xuan turned around and