Tong Yuan carried an aura utterly different from that of an Eighth-Rank powerhouse. Shi Lan had seen no shortage of Supremes, and she was familiar with this feeling: it was a Dao closer to the Origin.
Only a Supreme who had cultivated a Dao Fruit could wield such power.
"This junior is Shi Lan. Greetings, Senior."
Shi Lan stepped forward and bowed.
As fellow Martial Dao Supremes, Tong Yuan's Dao Fruit aura reminded her of the Cloud Returning Sword Emperor's, making her feel somewhat close to him.
"Rise. Let's talk inside."
After studying Shi Lan for a few moments, Tong Yuan's gaze sharpened. He raised a hand to motion for Zhao Yun to rise, then put away the long spear at his side and headed toward the great hall at the far end of the training ground.
After seeing Tong Yuan, Yulan became much more subdued. Her dragon horns, which had been held high, quietly drooped. She lowered her head and stayed far off to one side of the training ground, not daring to approach.
The hall was furnished with extreme simplicity. Aside from several tables facing one another, there was nothing else.
Not long after the three had taken their seats, a woman in a pale green gauze dress entered, carrying a wooden tray. Three cups of clear tea sat on it.
"Master's wife."
As soon as he saw the woman, Zhao Yun hurried to his feet and bowed. He took the tray from her and served Tong Yuan tea first.
"You must be Miss Shi Lan. You truly are an outstanding person."
The woman in the green dress looked at Shi Lan with a smile and gave a slight nod.
"I am Yan Yun. I only received Xuande's message the day before yesterday. I didn't expect