Xiao Yan fixed his gaze on Nalan Yanran. Her face was filled with confusion, as though she still could not accept the fact that she had lost to Xiao Yan.
She stared at Xiao Yan before her in utter disbelief, her heart churning like a stormy sea. She had actually lost! And lost so thoroughly that she had not even managed to withstand a single move! How was that possible? She was the Misty Cloud Sect Young Sect Master, recognized by the Gate of Death. How could she have been defeated so miserably in this duel?
Could all her efforts since childhood really not compare to Xiao Yan's mere half year?
Yun Yun looked at Nalan Yanran in her arms, her eyes full of complicated emotions. She had truly never expected that the disciple she had so carefully nurtured would lose to a youth who had only been at the third stage of Dou Qi half a year ago.
At that moment, Xiao Yan's calm voice reached everyone's ears. "The winner and loser have been decided. Nalan Yanran, you have lost today. According to the rules, I will visit the Nalan Family in a few days to divorce you."
Upon hearing this, Yun Yun's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Yun Yun had brought Nalan Yanran to the Xiao Family to break off the engagement, intending to resolve her disciple's inner burden and annul her marriage arrangement with Xiao Yan.
Who could have expected things to go so differently? Although Nalan Yanran no longer needed to marry Xiao Yan, she would now have to be publicly divorced by him.
If the dignified Misty Cloud Sect Young Sect Master were divorced by someone who came to her door—
If word of this spread, the Misty Cloud Sect's thousand-year prestige in the Jia Ma