Ancient Clan, Ancient Realm.
On a graceful mountain peak, a figure stood with his hands behind his back. A lock of black-and-white hair drifted before his forehead, drawing attention to the icy, asura-like eyes below.
"Xiao Yan has already met with Xun'er?"
As the young man spoke in a frosty voice, a man clad in silver-white armor appeared behind him like a ghost.
"Hehe, Xiao Yan is utterly fearless. On the very first day he came to our clan, the old servant under his command nearly crippled Yang Hao. Why would he care about any rules?" The silver-armored man smiled mockingly and teased, "But you should know that he seemingly has no feelings between a man and woman for Xun'er. He has never once accepted even the clan's secret treasures that Xun'er offered him. Still, as an older brother, Xiao Yan is indeed qualified."
"Older brother?"
Hearing that, the asura-like young man sneered as though he had heard an enormous joke. "A bastard from an abandoned clan has the nerve to call himself Miss's older brother?"
"That may be so, but it seems our words don't count." The silver-armored man helplessly spread his hands.
Ever since Ling Quan's death, the entire Black Mist Army had long regarded Xiao Yan as their foremost target of attention. Even Elder Ling Feng had personally stepped in and explicitly demanded that Xiao Yan be placed on the Ancient Clan's blacklist.
Yet in the face of such a massive campaign against him, Xun'er had acted entirely out of character. Not only had she refused to follow the Elder Council's decision, she had also pushed through all opposition, determined to return Xiao Yan's quota to him.
Although the result had not gone as she wished due to the Clan Leader being in seclusion, that resolve still