Nalan Yanran: Oh No, I Took the Wrong Side!

Xiao Yan listened to the mercenaries' words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled softly:

"What perfect timing! That old bastard is just celebrating his birthday."

"Having more forces arrive might not necessarily be a bad thing. Let's go and see who the sect has sent to greet Mo Cheng."

Yun Yun said in a low voice.

With a slight smile, Xiao Yan and Yun Yun also lined up to enter the city.

Looking at the still bustling streets, teeming with people, Xiao Yan let out a soft sigh of relief, then effortlessly found a hotel.

This is a luxury hotel called Moso Garden.

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "We've traveled for a whole day and night, Master, why don't you rest for a while? I'll go and gather some information."

"Alright..."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yun slightly lowered the cloak covering her head.

Although she was Dou Huang expert, her body was not actually that fragile. She could go without sleep for several days and nights without much of a problem, let alone a day and a night.

But since she could get a little rest, she naturally didn't mind.

As the two entered the luxurious hotel, they glanced around and were slightly surprised to find that there were quite a few people sitting in the hotel lobby.

After listening intently to their conversation, Xiao Yan realized that these people were all from out of town who had come to celebrate the birthday of the Mo Clan's Great Elder.

Shaking his head slightly, Xiao Yan walked to the counter and said he wanted two guest rooms. The rather attractive maid looked them over and replied sweetly:

"Sir, do you have an invitation from the Mo Clan?"

"Invitation?" After a moment of surprise, Xiao Yan suddenly smiled and shook his head, saying, "No invitation? Can I pay more?"

"I'm sorry, sir, all the hotels in Salt City have been booked by the Mo Clan for the past few days. These hotels will only accept guests of the Mo Clan."

The maid gave an awkward but polite smile in response.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Mo Clan are as domineering as ever?"

Xiao Yan said with a light laugh.

Upon hearing this, the maid's face stiffened slightly. This was the first time she had ever heard anyone dare to speak Mo Clan in Salt City. She was now caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to laugh or not, and her expression became quite awkward.

"Smack!"

Seeing the maid's embarrassed expression, Xiao Yan curled his lips and turned to leave. However, a dark shadow suddenly swung from the side and slammed into the counter with a loud thud.

"Where did this bumpkin come from? How dare he criticize the Mo Clan's domineering ways in Salt City?"

As the dark figure landed, a woman's cold laugh suddenly rang out from Xiao Yan's left.

Upon hearing that familiar tone, Xiao Yan smiled, turned around, and Sucking Palm out to grab the girl.

Holding the girl's fair neck, as smooth as mutton fat jade, Xiao Yan said with a faint smile:

"I remember warning you last time? It seems your Mo Clan family patriarch hasn't disciplined you at all."

Hearing that familiar voice and feeling the long-lost tightness around her neck, Mo Linglin's face showed terror. At this moment, she finally remembered the powerless feeling she had a few months ago, when she was held in the hands of this person and her life was not in her own hands.

"Young man, please stop..."

From the corner of the hall, a middle-aged man strode out, but before he could finish speaking, he realized it was Xiao Yan, the ruthless man, and was immediately taken aback.

"I told you last time, your Mo Clan had better behave yourself. It seems you won't learn Mo Clan lesson until a few people die!"

Xiao Yan casually tossed the girl aside, not bothering to care whether she lived or died, and strode towards the middle-aged man.

"Wow, it's so lively here! What happened?"

Just then, a clear laugh suddenly came from outside the gate, causing many people to tremble slightly, and their gazes quickly shifted to the gate.

Shortly after the girl's soft laughter rang out, a light white dress slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

As they gazed at the elegant young woman walking through the gate, all the men in the hall held their breath slightly, their eyes, which had initially held curiosity, instantly filled with astonishment.

She wore a long, flowing, moon-white robe with wide sleeves and a tight fit. A pale silver sash tied around her slender waist, perfectly showcasing her delicate figure.

Her hands were as delicate as jade shoots, her skin as smooth as cream, her forehead was beautiful and her eyebrows arched. Her charming smile revealed a faint air of otherworldly elegance, and her seemingly gentle smile also carried a hint of aloofness that kept people at a distance.

A pair of green jade pendants hung from her delicate earlobes. As the pendants swayed, their soft tinkling sounds were like a beautiful melody played by a mountain spring and the rocks.

The woman in the moon-white robe who suddenly appeared was far superior to Mo Linglin in both temperament and appearance.

Inside the hall, countless burning gazes moved over the woman's perfect, exquisite body. However, when their eyes suddenly fell upon the silver longsword in the shape of a cloud drawn on her wide sleeve, the burning passion in their eyes was instantly extinguished, replaced by a hint of awe.

Although Mo Linglin was thrown out by Xiao Yan, fortunately, two of her unfortunate sycophants acted as human shields along her flight path, so she didn't suffer too many injuries. Seeing the pampered young woman entering through the gate, she looked at Nalan Yanran with a pitiful expression, pouting, and started dropping small pearls:

"Sister Nalan, waaaaah..."

Looking at Mo Linglin's tear-streaked face, Nalan Yanran frowned imperceptibly, but still stepped forward, revealing a reserved yet subtly noble smile. She was neither cold nor aloof, and she exuded a sense of detachment that made people stop at the slightest hint of coldness. She was not at all like a girl who was only eleven years old.

Those in the hall, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at the faint smiles on Nalan Yanran's beautiful face, couldn't help but feel dazzled.

At such a young age, she is already so beautiful; I wonder what she will look like in a few more years.

After Nalan Yanran entered, an elderly man dressed in the same style of robe also walked in with a smile. He stood behind her, his old eyes occasionally flashing with a sharp glint.

"Who bullied you? This is Mo Clan territory. How dare anyone make you feel so wronged?"

Nalan Yanran helped Mo Linglin up from the ground and asked softly.

Upon hearing this, an embarrassed look appeared on Mo Linglin's pretty face. She hadn't expected to offend that scoundrel again!

"It's nothing, I was just blind..."

As Mo Linglin spoke, her eyes involuntarily glanced in Xiao Yan's direction, a hint of fear flashing in them.

She could clearly sense that this was probably the last time the young man would hold back against her; next time, she might really die at his hands.

Nalan Yanran noticed the change in Mo Linglin's expression and followed her gaze, finally settling on the moon-white brocade-robed youth who was looking at her with an indifferent gaze that frightened Nalan Yanran.

That gaze reminded her of some terrible memories from her past life.

Broken!

Nalan Yanran instantly realized she was in the wrong place!

Without the slightest hesitation, Nalan Yanran immediately released her hand from Mo Linglin's, and then, completely abandoning all the elegance that had characterized her earlier graceful walk, she lifted her skirt and ran towards Xiao Yan.