The young man in the high crown smiled. "Something this big happened. How could I not come? I never imagined, never imagined that my Xuan'er would be blessed with such good fortune. How many of the Xuan family's men ought to be ashamed!"
Xuan Lengyan immediately understood what the young man meant and sighed inwardly at how quickly the news had spread.
She wasn't someone who took credit for others' achievements, especially when he was truly family.
She had only just begun to speak when the young man cut her off. "There's no need to say more. What's yours is already yours; no one can take it away. Come on, the clan elders are waiting for you."
As he spoke, he gently rested a large hand on Xuan Lengyan's shoulder. Their figures transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the horizon.
"Uncle Nine, my friend is still here."
Xuan Lengyan suddenly remembered that if he left, Xu Yi would be in danger.
"It's fine. Your little disciple has plenty of tricks up his sleeve. He isn't going to die young. Besides, if he can't even get past this little hurdle, he doesn't deserve to be your disciple."
The young man replied, and the streak of light sped up. A gale howled, rushing straight into their mouths, and Xuan Lengyan could no longer speak.
A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: Perhaps, in the clan elders' eyes, a dead disciple is the best kind of disciple.
At that thought, she suddenly felt a little panicked. Her mind was filled with images of that troublesome disciple. Most of them were of his infuriating side, yet for some reason, he also felt strangely dear to her.
"Unc—"
Xuan Lengyan cried out with all her strength, but as soon as the word