Over on the other side, Xiao Yao felt someone tugging at his robe. He slowly shifted his gaze and found Qing Lin tugging at him.
Xiao Yao then asked softly, "What is it, Qing Lin? Are you worried about your Young Master Xiao Yan?"
"Master, we must help Young Master Xiao Yan later. After all, we were the ones who did these things. We can't let him be implicated." Qing Lin's little hand tightly gripped Xiao Yao's robe, her small face filled with anxiety.
Xiao Yao gently rubbed Qing Lin's head and smiled faintly. "Of course. Little Flame is my own younger brother. I'm the only one allowed to bully him—no one else!"
"Qing Lin, Zi Lin, Zi Yan, the three of you stay right here later. I can handle such a trivial matter myself."
"Alright."
Hearing Xiao Yao's instructions, Qing Lin and the other two nodded lightly.
Over the past year, the Misty Cloud Sect had specially sent people to investigate the Tagore Desert and Salt City. They had only obtained scattered rumors, but without exception, all pointed to a mysterious expert whose true identity no one knew.
Yet Yun Leng suddenly brought up this matter at a time like this. Did he really think that Xiao Yan, who was merely a Da Dou Shi, could destroy a Dou Ling, or even a Dou Wang expert? It was simply laughable.
Xiao Yan was well aware of this matter. When he returned to the Desert Iron Mercenary Group after refining the Green Lotus Core Flame, his eldest and second brothers had clearly told him the full story.
A moment later, Xiao Yan slowly raised his head, a cold curve forming at the corner of his lips. "What? Does Elder Yun Leng think I, Xiao Yan, have the ability to wipe