Mu Xinyuan looked at Xiao Yan and sighed. "It seems old fellows like us truly can't keep up with the times. An eight-star Dou Zong... You're not even thirty yet, are you?"
Mu Qingluan, standing beside them, hurriedly added, "Senior Brother is only twenty-three!"
Mu Xinyuan's gaze, which had only just shifted away, snapped back to Xiao Yan. After a long while, he squeezed out a few disbelieving words through clenched teeth. "Truly?"
Xiao Yan smiled faintly and answered modestly, "Just good luck."
Mu Xinyuan stepped closer and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder with his broad hand. "That Feng Xian, hiding things so deeply... Next time, I'm definitely getting him drunk!"
A twenty-three-year-old eight-star Dou Zong—even though the Heavenly Luan Clan was born with extraordinary talent, they had never produced such a genius. A twenty-three-year-old human had already surpassed every young member of the Heavenly Luan Clan. Such talent was practically monstrous.
Xiao Yan promptly took out Venerable Wind's letter and handed it to Mu Xinyuan. "Elder Feng said you would understand after reading it."
Mu Xinyuan's expression suddenly brightened as he caught the oddity in Xiao Yan's words. "Elder Feng? So Feng Xian isn't actually your teacher? Then would you be willing to take me as your master? If you're not satisfied, the Heavenly Luan Clan has several Dou Zuns for you to choose from."
Mu Xinyuan spoke eagerly, afraid of missing out on an unparalleled genius like Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan could only shake his head with a bitter smile. "You'll understand after you finish the letter."
At that, Mu Xinyuan opened Venerable Wind's letter. He was fine at first, but halfway through, his expression gradually turned strange.
Mu Xinyuan muttered, "Still refusing to tell me his exact identity. That fellow really is mysterious."
Venerable Wind's letter only told