Xiao Yan let out a long, quiet sigh.
Nalan Yanran's breaking of the engagement had indeed brought him immense humiliation.
How could a hot-blooded youth tolerate someone trampling on his dignity?
And so, there had been this Three-Year Agreement.
But after experiencing the trip to the Imperial Capital, and after seeing Nalan Yanran today, Xiao Yan understood that over these three years, he had not been the only one who kept thinking back to that scene from back then.
Nalan Yanran had already paid the price for her arrogance and ignorance back then.
He looked at the young woman with a complicated gaze and said softly, "No matter the result, once today's battle is over, this matter ends here."
This was also him making his stance clear. Even if the two of them could not become friends, he no longer intended to pursue what had happened back then.
Nalan Yanran revealed her first smile of the day, and there was a trace of relief in it.
She raised the longsword in her hand and assumed an opening stance.
"Misty Cloud Sect, Nalan Yanran. Please instruct me!"
Xiao Yan likewise raised the Heavy Xuan Ruler in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan. Please instruct me."
"Little friend, in this match, can your third brother win?"
The one speaking was Hai Bodong. This old man had already broken through to Dou Zong.
His seat was in the second row. In order to talk to Xiao Jin, he could only crane his neck and desperately lean forward.
Miteer Tengshan beside him could only tug at the corner of his clothes to keep him from losing his balance and falling.
In truth, this was purely needless worry. Hai Bodong was at least a Dou Zong; how could