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Nalan Yanran's bright eyes stared intently at the slightly thin young man not far away, her gaze lingering on that handsome face. There, she could no longer see the madness and hatred the youth's eyes had held a year ago. In their place was a confidence that seemed to seep from his bones, as if every obstacle would ultimately become nothing more than a stepping stone beneath his feet.
"Xiao Yan, he... really has changed a lot..."
The thought quietly surfaced in her mind. Nalan Yanran's gaze was slightly complicated. She had never imagined that, facing her, he could be this calm.
It had only been a year, yet the youth's immaturity and sharp edges had been worn away. The young man before her no longer had the sudden, keen edge that had erupted in the Xiao Family hall back then. In its place was a deep restraint.
"However, some things have to be settled in the end. Whether you are trash at the third stage of Dou Qi, or a Three Star Dou Disciple genius, I, Nalan Yanran, will cut the bond between us!"
Although she was surprised by Xiao Yan's change, what she thought in her heart had not changed. Even if Xiao Yan had never become trash, she would not have married someone who existed only in rumors.
Nalan Yanran slowly closed her eyes and gathered her mind. Her jade-like hand gripped the Pale Green Long Sword tightly. Faint green little wind swirls rolled and drifted along the blade, and within them, sharp wind blades extended and withdrew. Now and then, they shot out violently, leaving neither too shallow nor too deep a mark on the hard bluestone slab. The blade gradually rose, pointing at Xiao Yan from afar.
"Xiao Yan, I didn't expect you to