"That was... Yanran?"
Beside Chen Yang, Yun Yun also saw the High Mountain Flower surrounded by the crowd. Over two and a half years, Nalan Yanran had grown from that immature little girl into a graceful young woman.
Yun Yun simply had not expected that, while she was away, the Great Elder would send Nalan Yanran, the Young Sect Master, here. A clan from such a tiny place—even if Mo Cheng had once served as an Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect—was hardly worthy of having the Misty Cloud Sect's Young Sect Master come to celebrate his birthday, was it?
That old guy Yun Leng must have accepted benefits from Mo Cheng, Yun Yun thought to herself.
Amid the crowd, Nalan Yanran remained indifferent despite all the flattering remarks. Like Yun Yun, she possessed a cold and aloof temperament; in some ways, she seemed like a replica of Yun Yun.
Setting aside her engagement break in the original work, or rather, judging her by who she was now, she was undoubtedly an outstanding successor for the Misty Cloud Sect.
"At such a young age, the Young Sect Master has already achieved so much. In the future, the Jia Ma Empire will likely gain another Dou Emperor expert!" a White-bearded Old Man said to Nalan Yanran with a fawning expression.
Nalan Yanran gave him a mild, indifferent smile, while Ge Ye attended to the guests nearby and casually chatted with the elderly, white-bearded man, whose disciple served as a steward in the Misty Cloud Sect.
However, as Ge Ye spoke with the man, he suddenly noticed that Nalan Yanran, who had originally been calm and unsmiling, was staring blankly at three people not far away. More precisely, she was looking at the young man leading them.
"Xiao... Xiao Yan???" Ge Ye