Xiao Mengtong was about to reveal her true face, and she indeed drew everyone's attention. Even Yan Haoyun cast an eager look at the woman who was about to become his fiancée.
Unfortunately, those delicate yet slightly cold eyes did not turn toward Yan Haoyun. Instead, they looked at the eldest, Yan Shuotian, before shifting to the members of our team. This left Yan Haoyun feeling somewhat frustrated, while Yan Shuotian was naturally thrilled beyond measure.
I heard there had once been a second son, but unfortunately, he had been eaten by a monster during an adventure. It seemed that this was what the Wolf Emperor had referred to earlier—the matter of Hongchen Mowen leveling a monster mountain. Now, the only two surviving male heirs had begun their journey of fraternal strife, fighting over the sect and the woman.
Brothers coming to blows over a woman was hardly rare in any dynasty, especially when she was a beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms. As expected, Xiao Mengtong had exceeded all of our expectations. Not only was she nothing like her father's ugliness, but she was also graceful and outstanding, utterly exceptional. Her pair of limpid eyes seemed to see through the mortal world, making her appear even more profound and unfathomable. She also gave people the feeling that one glance could topple a city, and a second could overthrow a kingdom.
Everyone's eyes followed her exquisite face and her ink-black hair cascading over her blue-and-white Daoist robes. They all seemed reluctant to look away, and many were already praising her as a fine female sword immortal or something of the sort!
The Yan brothers' entire sect was staring at her with their eyes fixed wide open. I was no exception, but after examining her carefully, I felt that aside