The plain, simple words drifted slowly across the vast square, causing the oppressive atmosphere permeating the plaza to stir and fall into slight Disorder.
Throughout the grounds, countless Misty Cloud Sect disciples looked toward the black-robed youth by the stone steps, each with different emotions in their eyes. They were no strangers to this young man named Xiao Yan. His relationship with Nalan Yanran had made him a frequent subject of conversation among the Misty Cloud Sect disciples.
Of course, whenever his name was mentioned, most people spoke of him with faint disdain and mockery. A descendant of some minor clan actually wanted to marry Nalan Yanran, whose status in the Misty Cloud Sect was as noble as that of a princess.
In their eyes, that was undoubtedly overestimating himself. Especially after news of the three-year agreement spread through the sect, the mockery only grew more intense. Naturally, much of that mockery was also born of a certain kind of jealousy.
As the lofty Young Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect, Nalan Yanran was regarded as the goddess in the hearts of countless Misty Cloud disciples. Whenever they met her, they always faced that exquisite face, calm and detached from the mundane world. Anyone who wished to get closer to her would invariably leave disappointed.
Thus, Xiao Yan—the man who had nearly become Nalan Yanran's husband—naturally became the target of certain warped jealousies.
With jealousy added to various rumors, these Misty Cloud Sect disciples naturally had an extremely poor impression of the Xiao Yan they had never met before. In conversation, they disparaged him whenever they could, as though they would not rest until they had rendered Xiao Yan utterly worthless.
Yet today, as they watched the youth remain calm and composed even under the combined pressure of nearly