The disciples and elders of Burning Flame Valley, having long since received the news, were already lined up before the mountain gate to welcome them. A fiery red figure stepped out from the front of the crowd—it was Tang Huo'er, the beloved daughter of Valley Master Tang Zhen.
After years apart, there was now more composure and heroism between her brows, while the Dou Qi fluctuations around her body had become even more condensed. Clearly, she had not slackened in her cultivation during these past three years.
"Father, you're back?" Tang Huo'er first asked Tang Zhen, then immediately turned her gaze toward Xiao Yan.
When she saw that familiar figure truly standing before her, completely unharmed, even though she had prepared herself mentally, her eyes still burst with disbelief. She hurried forward and looked Xiao Yan over from head to toe, her voice unable to conceal her delight. "Xiao Yan, you really... you're all right?!"
Faced with such sincere concern, a gentle smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face. Though he had repeated this explanation many times already, he still answered patiently, "I was merely fortunate, Miss Huo'er. I made you worry."
After the Pill Convention, Tang Huo'er had come to deeply understand that her own strength was nothing remarkable. Over the past three years, she had cultivated diligently, to the point that even Tang Zhen often sighed that his daughter had truly become self-disciplined. Yet when she saw Xiao Yan's unfathomable bearing, recalled how he had overwhelmed all rivals to claim the championship during the Pill Convention, and learned of his deeds in the Ancient Clan, Tang Huo'er could not help but sigh as well. Even if she wanted to compare herself to someone, she truly could not regard Xiao Yan as her opponent.
If she really sparred with Xiao