At this moment, Yao Xuan hovered quietly to one side, his mind taut at all times, not daring to make the slightest unusual move...
After all, Zhu Kun, a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint, stood at the very ceiling of combat power on the Battle Qi Continent...
Even though the other party harbored no ill intent at the moment, his unfathomable foundation alone meant that Yao Xuan's life and death rested on a single thought of his.
Moreover, Yao Xuan had no possibility of escape whatsoever!
At the center of the dragon aura, Zi Yan's brows furrowed slightly, her clear purple eyes filled with confusion!
Zi Yan could clearly feel the increasingly scorching resonance deep within her bloodline. That intangible bond felt incomparably real...
Yet Zi Yan's mind was still somewhat immature, so she could not fully comprehend all of this...
As far as Zi Yan knew, she had grown up in Jia Nan Academy and had been carefully looked after by Elder Su Qian...
She had never seen any so-called relatives, much less heard that she had a father residing in some ancient forbidden land.
After a moment of silence, Zi Yan pursed her lips slightly. Her crisp voice carried the stubbornness unique to a child as she softly spoke:
"I don't have a father... My name is Zi Yan. I'm a student of Jia Nan Academy, and I've always been alone."
Zi Yan did not reject that warm, familiar aura, but years of solitude had long convinced her that she was all alone...
The unfamiliar presence beyond the heavy stone gate made Zi Yan hesitate, and she did not dare believe it completely.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Kun behind the stone gate showed not the slightest anger. Instead, a gentle, low sigh rang out...
"Zi Yan... A lovely name..."