On the arena, Nalan Yanran knelt limply on the ground, her pristine white dress stained with dust and blood...
The pride with which Nalan Yanran had once looked down upon all others, her lofty arrogance that regarded no one as worthy...
Had completely collapsed at this moment, vanishing without a trace.
Nalan Yanran raised her head blankly, her hollow gaze fixed on Xiao Yan standing before her. Her entire body had fallen utterly still.
Three years of bitter cultivation, the sect's wholehearted nurturing, and the self-assurance of a heaven-blessed daughter had all been utterly crushed at this moment.
Nalan Yanran had never imagined the outcome would be like this. She, the young sect master of the Misty Cloud Sect, a Great Dou Master with access to the empire's finest resources, had actually been completely overwhelmed head-on by the worthless young man everyone had scorned three years ago, defeated cleanly and decisively without any ability to fight back.
The superiority she had felt for so many years had become icy slaps, striking Nalan Yanran viciously across the face...
Xiao Yan's indifferent gaze rested quietly upon Nalan Yanran. There was no mockery in it, only calm.
The humiliation he had endured for three years had already been completely vented in the battle just now.
The next instant, Xiao Yan lightly flicked his fingertip, sending a faint thread of Dou Qi flying through the air before it curled around something from afar.
A yellowed, aged sheet of paper with neat handwriting drifted down from the air and stopped steadily before Nalan Yanran.
It was the letter of repudiation Xiao Yan had personally written three years ago.
Xiao Yan took a deep breath before slowly speaking in a low voice:
"Nalan Yanran, you have lost the Three-Year Pact."
"The entanglement of our marriage contract