Xiao Yan walked back to his quarters with light steps. Though they were within Black Mountain Fortress, Xiao Yan's status was simply too special, so he, Yang Lingyan, Queen Medusa, and the others all had decent places to rest there. The strong enjoyed privileges wherever they went, even in the military.
Before Xiao Yan even approached his room, he had already detected three auras outside it through his soul power.
He had already recognized one of them. Without showing any reaction, Xiao Yan walked directly toward the three.
"Old Jia, were you waiting for me?" Xiao Yan asked first.
The elder standing in the middle wore yellow robes and had white hair and a youthful complexion. He was Jia Xingtian, the head of the Jia Ma royal family and a peak Dou Emperor.
Although Xiao Yan had no direct friendship with Jia Xingtian, they had interacted during the battle at the Misty Cloud Sect and the previous war. Thus, Xiao Yan still showed an elder a measure of respect.
What truly interested Xiao Yan were the two people beside Jia Xingtian: two women.
The woman on the left wore a purple gown embroidered with silver patterns. Her delicate features, refined by her upbringing in the royal family, carried a faint, innate air of nobility. A purple sash was tied around her slender waist, perfectly accentuating her trim figure. She did not seem very old, appearing one or two years younger than Xiao Yan. A faint smile rested on her pretty face, making her seem elegant and tranquil. Yet when their eyes met, Xiao Yan noticed a mischievous, strange glint flash through her watery eyes. Clearly, she was not someone who loved quietness as much as her appearance suggested. Ever since Xiao Yan appeared, her gaze had remained fixed on him,