The Draw

"Lord Yan!"

When the Bai family members saw who had arrived, the several Primordial Spirit Realm experts standing nearby with indifferent expressions all showed a flicker of joy.

Bai Weiyang seemed to relax as well. She rose and stepped away from the desk.

Shi Lan looked at Yan Mobei, who had suddenly appeared, and felt inexplicably that he had changed a great deal. Compared with the first time she had seen him on the battlefield, his handsome, distinguished face now bore a very noticeable touch of the mundane.

It was as if an immortal from the heavens had stepped down into the mortal world and taken on the air of ordinary life.

Yan Mobei glanced at Shi Lan, then looked toward Bai Weiyang and spoke again. "See her friends out of the city."

The others looked somewhat puzzled, but none asked why. Lord Yan surely had his reasons for what he did; it wasn't their place to question him.

"All right."

Bai Weiyang gave Shi Lan a thoughtful look and nodded slightly.

"You may leave. I have something to say to her."

As soon as Bai Weiyang finished speaking, Yan Mobei began clearing the tent. The others left, full of questions.

Shi Lan was confused. She didn't recall having any dealings with Lord Yan.

Soon, only Shi Lan and Yan Mobei remained inside the tent.

Yan Mobei raised a finger, sealing off the space and cutting the entire tent away from the world around it.

"You carry Senior Wuxu's aura. I can sense it. You took the Sword Emperor's inheritance, didn't you?"

Yan Mobei's very first words made Shi Lan tense all over, alarm bells ringing in her heart.

Though he phrased it as a question, his tone was utterly certain. He had clearly concluded that the inheritance was in