Several days later, Nalan Yanran once again sensed an incomparably familiar aura within the Xiao Realm.
There was no need to think about it. These people had definitely sneaked out to have fun behind her back.
The thought alone made Nalan Yanran furious. Xiao Yan and Yao Wan were one thing, but while she had merely been practicing her swordsmanship, even Xian'er had run off.
For a moment, Nalan Yanran felt that over a decade of affection had all been misplaced.
"Back already?"
Watching the three return while chatting and laughing, Nalan Yanran put on a stern face, folded her arms across her chest, and spoke expressionlessly.
"...You really guessed it perfectly."
Seeing Nalan Yanran's puffed-up expression, Yao Wan leaned close to Xiao Yi Xian's ear and said with a smile.
"...It's not good to keep things to yourselves."
Xiao Yi Xian did not want to look at Yao Wan at all right now. She could only cough lightly and lower her voice.
"Can't it be called personal time?"
Yao Wan had no shortage of excuses. In the past, she would have disdained explaining herself, but who knew whether she had been influenced by her Progenitor Lord, who was always so glib? Without realizing it, she had begun imitating that tone as well.
"What kind of personal time is that...?"
Xiao Yi Xian's cheeks reddened as she argued unconsciously. As soon as her words fell, she took a light step and landed in the courtyard.
"Wasn't it you, Nalan, who vanished the moment you went out? We couldn't find you anywhere around the Xiao Realm."
Xiao Yan could not help saying.
"You wouldn't want me to casually swing my sword a few times and carve several holes into the Xiao Realm, would you? Of course, something like that is more