Let's Fight Another Three Hundred Rounds!

Ying Luan gave Lu Yuan a slight nod in farewell, then turned and strode away.

Her figure was still straight as a pine, her black fitted outfit wrapping around her graceful body. Her steps were calm and elegant, her jet-black hair falling down her back and swaying lightly with each stride. Every step landed steady and composed, making the noble, frosty air about her, like a black swan, seem all the more distinct.

Before long, she had become a dark silhouette, vanishing into the frozen clouds and mist outside the Extreme Ice Temple without a trace.

Lu Yuan stood where he was, gazing in the direction Ying Luan had left. His fingertips unconsciously brushed over his Spatial Ring, sensing the warm, flowing ice energy coming from the Mystic Ice Spirit Bead within, and a faint smile curved his lips.

This eldest senior sister, though cold and distant in appearance, treated others with sincerity and generosity. She was clear-minded and efficient in her actions, and she had taken special care of him, a junior brother who had only just entered the sect. The first impression she had left was truly as good as it could possibly be.

But in the next thought, a trace of doubt rose in Lu Yuan's heart. His brows furrowed slightly, and a thoughtful glint flashed through his eyes.

Even now, he still did not know which faction Ying Luan belonged to. Any force capable of nurturing such a heaven-defying prodigy, one who was about to break through to the Star Extreme Realm, could not possibly be underestimated.

One had to know that an expert about to step into the Star Extreme Realm was top-tier combat strength throughout the entire Milky Way Galaxy, someone who could walk sideways wherever they pleased, with no one daring to provoke