As he spoke, a streak of light entered Qing Lin's mind.
"Thank you, Patriarch!" The two were overjoyed. Though they did not know what realm a Dou Saint was, it should be stronger than a Dou Emperor, right?
Before long, Lan Ying and Qing Lin left with their two precious disciples.
Gu Hui resumed keeping watch over the stall in front of his little shop.
To him, even thousands of years had passed by. A mere two or three years were nothing more than the blink of an eye.
Though he was in Wutan City, Xiao Yan's reputation had risen swiftly throughout the Jia Ma Empire over the past few years.
Outside the shop, Gu Hui looked utterly bored, seemingly asleep yet not asleep at all. In truth, his Divine Sense had crossed thousands of miles to observe everything happening atop the Misty Cloud Sect.
There, two young people were fulfilling the so-called Three-Year Agreement.
Even he had not expected that although the Wind Emperor had departed, the secret realm's influence still remained considerable. It had been discovered, and the Misty Cloud Sect had been established because of it.
On the Misty Cloud Sect's plaza, beneath the watchful eyes of many influential figures from the Jia Ma Empire, a young man and woman were locked in a fierce battle.
Xiao Yan reached behind him, slowly gripping the massive ruler strapped to his back before abruptly pulling it free.
His hand moved with the Heavy Xuan Ruler as Xiao Yan brought the enormous weapon before him and smashed it heavily downward.
Nalan Yanran tightly gripped her longsword in her jade-like hand, waving it continuously in an eerie pattern. As the blade danced, the energy surging from her body grew increasingly violent.
Seeing Nalan Yanran unleash her trump card, Xiao Yan