"Cough, cough."
Seeing that the apprenticeship ceremony had ended, Nalan Jie subconsciously sized up Xiao Fan, leaving Xiao Fan even more puzzled.
Why did this old man seem to have ill intentions?
Just as the atmosphere grew lively, Nalan Jie slowly approached Xiao Fan with a wine cup in hand. As the host and an elder, Nalan Jie should not have done this.
But Xiao Fan was a Tier 6 Alchemist. Wherever an Alchemist went, they would be flattered and revered—except by the Soul Hall, and by the black slaves under Queen Medusa.
After clinking cups with Xiao Fan, Nalan Jie drained his wine in one gulp before asking, "I wonder what Master Xiao thinks of this old man's granddaughter, Yanran?"
"Nalan Yanran?"
The question was rather abrupt, and Xiao Fan was confused. "What does my opinion of Nalan Yanran have to do with anything?"
Sitting beside Yun Yun, Nalan Yanran's expression turned unnatural. She clearly appeared indifferent, yet she cared deeply inside.
I was still somewhat disgusted by this fiancé of mine not long ago. Nalan Yanran felt that her father and grandfather must have influenced her, causing her attitude toward Xiao Fan to change.
Looking closely, the youth before her lounged lazily, yet his posture was upright. Those captivating eyes, brilliant as the stars, made him seem like a true immortal who had descended from the heavens in Nalan Yanran's eyes. Even while simply leaning there, the faint pressure radiating from him made him seem like a god in her eyes.
To them, a Dou Emperor was already the pinnacle, the strongest existence. How could they know that souls were also divided into realms?
Nalan Yanran's pretty face flushed like rosy clouds. Her reddened ears trembled slightly, while her small hand resting on her sword kept rubbing against