People of the Yan Clan

"Xiao Ling's cousin, Xiao Yan, has gained some fame in the Central Plains. He may seem to have only recently broken through to Dou Zun, but he has Heavenly Flames hidden within him, and the foundation of his Dou Qi is far beyond that of ordinary Dou Zuns. In my view, unless one has the cultivation of a Three-Star Dou Zun or higher, they would not gain even the slightest advantage against him. He is definitely no simple character."

Opposite the man in crimson martial attire, a somewhat rugged man with ink-dark brows spoke calmly, though his gaze never left Xiao Yan below.

"Not only that. I observed him in secret just now, and the fluctuations of his soul were unusually sharp. He is likely also an expert proficient in alchemy."

The last man slowly took over. He wore a moon-white brocade robe and had a handsome, gentle face, with a faint smile lingering at the corners of his lips. Even his voice carried a touch of warmth.

"Still, although Xiao Yan possesses such talent, he is ultimately a step behind his cousin Xiao Ling. In terms of overall strength, he truly is somewhat lacking by comparison."

As his words fell, the man in white turned his gaze toward the woman beside him.

The woman wore a light red dress, with half her face lightly veiled by thin gauze. Even so, the curve of her jaw and lips, faintly outlined through the veil, remained breathtakingly beautiful.

Most striking were her bright eyes, clear as autumn water yet utterly without ripples. It was as though the three men's discussion of Xiao Yan had never reached her ears; nothing in this world seemed capable of stirring even the slightest interest within her.

Seeing her remain so indifferent, the man in white could