"Xiao... Xiao..."
The unconscious Nalan Yanran heard someone arrive and slowly opened her eyes, only to see Xiao Fan's figure. Her heart began pounding wildly.
"Yanran, hurry and tell Master what happened." Yun Yun rushed forward to check Nalan Yanran's condition. Fortunately, she had only fainted and was not seriously hurt.
"Master, the last thing I remember is being knocked out in my clan and taken away."
"Elder Yun Leng, I don't recall telling you to go to the Nalan Family and do this, did I?" Yun Yun held the Cyan Sword in her hand, pointing it straight at Yun Leng, the killing intent around her impossible to hide.
"Sect Master, all of this was done under the orders of the Soul Hall!"
"That's not what I asked. Where's the other little girl?" Xiao Fan stomped down on Yun Leng's already-injured chest.
Enduring the severe pain, Yun Leng asked in confusion, "Little girl?"
"This old man only brought back this little girl from the Nalan Family."
"Still not telling the truth!"
Xiao Fan cleanly severed Yun Leng's right arm.
The pain nearly made Yun Leng pass out. "Th-this old man is telling the truth!"
"This old man takes responsibility for his own actions. If I have offended you, Senior, I am willing to die to atone for my crime. Please do not blame the Misty Cloud Sect."
Xiao Fan gave a cold laugh. "Put away that righteous act of yours. Do you really think I don't dare kill you?"
"Playing clever!"
"Since I dared cut off your arm in the Misty Cloud Sect, I dare take your life too!"
Yun Leng cast a pleading look at Yun Yun, but Yun Yun showed no reaction at all. She had already resolved to stand with Xiao Fan. Whether Yun Leng had kidnapped