Two days later, at dawn, the fiery red sun broke free from the horizon and leapt into the sky. In an instant, warm sunlight bathed the earth.
Inside the room, Xiao Yan washed his face with cold water, then raised his head to look at the slightly fair, refined face in the mirror. He smiled faintly and extended his right hand. Light flashed from his Storage Ring, and a massive black ruler as tall as Xiao Yan himself abruptly appeared!
His palm gripped the handle, and the ruler spun. A sharp, oppressive gust swept through the room, and with a soft sound, the enormous black ruler was slung diagonally across his back.
At that moment, Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Yan and said softly with a smile, "Little Flame, are you ready?"
"Let's go. Today, I'll knock their young sect master to the ground before everyone at the Misty Cloud Sect." Xiao Yan's face was filled with a brilliant smile.
"Hehe, then I'll get to watch an exciting battle." Zi Yan rubbed her little hands together, her face brimming with excitement.
Just as Zi Yan was beaming excitedly, a large hand pressed down on her little head.
"Zi Yan, I knew you'd get this excited, so you're not allowed to show yourself before them without my permission later. And don't make a move on your own!"
"Hmph, fine. It's not like I'm dying to fight anyway." Seeing several bags of snacks appear in Xiao Yao's hand, Zi Yan happily gathered them into her arms and gave a soft snort.
Xiao Yao smiled faintly at Zi Yan's adorable appearance.
"Little Flame, let's go and face your Three-Year Pact!"
Xiao Yao and the others pushed open the door, walked slowly downstairs, left the inn, and, without alerting anyone, proceeded at an unhurried