Seeing Xiao Yan so cold and unyielding before her, Nalan Yanran felt a wave of grievance rise within her, and her eyes unconsciously reddened.
Yet Nalan Yanran was proud to the bone. With a flash, she slipped out the door and vanished into the night.
Xiao Yan felt no stirrings in his heart as he watched Nalan Yanran, who had been weeping so pitifully. He was not a petty man, and he had long since stopped dwelling on their three-year agreement. But there was absolutely no way he could still have any feelings for Nalan Yanran. After all, during the lowest point of his life, Nalan Yanran had dealt Xiao Yan his greatest blow.
Xiao Yan was not a vicious person who insisted on taking revenge against everyone who had wronged him, but neither was he some great philanthropist.
Moreover, of everyone who had approached him today, Xiao Yan despised the Nalan Family's actions the most. The Nalan Family was the only one that had truly stirred disgust within him.
Xiao Yan returned to the cultivation room. The good news was that no one else came to disturb his training that night. Yun Yun was the last of that endless stream of visitors.
The next day.
Under Yang Lingyan's command, the people of the Heavenly Snake Mansion began systematically relocating the ordinary citizens of the Jia Ma Empire.
With the Heavenly Snake Mansion's strength behind them, such a massive population transfer could be carried out much more reliably.
Watching the flying magical beasts continuously depart from Black Mountain Fortress, Xiao Yan nodded in satisfaction. Although the Xiao Clan was no longer in the Jia Ma Empire, this was still his homeland after all. If he could give these ordinary people another chance at survival, Xiao Yan would do it.