"Miss, Young Master Xiao Yan, it is time."
Before the bamboo house, Ling Ying gazed at the tightly shut door with a smile on his aged face and called out softly.
"Creak."
The door opened in response, and Xiao Yan slowly stepped out. As his footsteps fell, the energy between heaven and earth seemed to grow faintly restless. Wherever those dark eyes looked, he resembled a deity ruling over souls. Under that gaze, Ling Ying involuntarily bent deeply at the waist. Yet the gratification at the corners of his mouth only grew stronger. He remembered how the youth had once still been so tender and immature. In merely a few decades, he had reached the peak—so high that even Ling Ying could only look up at him.
"Miss has good judgment..."
Ling Ying smiled kindly and raised his head to look at the lovely jade-like beauty standing quietly beside the young man. It seemed that only by Xiao Yan's side would the Ancient Clan's most dazzling pearl restrain her radiant brilliance, becoming like a well-behaved little woman.
Just like the young girl in green from decades ago, who had followed behind the youth through Wu Tan City with a smile on her lips.
"Let's go, Elder Ling. Farewell."
Xiao Yan raised his head and looked toward the front mountain. He could sense numerous powerful auras rapidly gathering there. Waves of spatial fluctuations also came from two other directions in the mountain range. It seemed the experts of the Yan and Lei Clans had also set out...
Once he spoke, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated. Holding Xun Er's jade-like hand, he flashed and soared into the sky.
"Young Master Xiao Yan, may you return in triumph!"
Watching the two figures depart, Ling Ying smiled and murmured to himself...
When Xiao Yan