Yun Yun watched Xiao Yan trade blows with Nalan Yanran in the arena without falling behind in the slightest, and a flicker of surprise flashed through her beautiful eyes.
"No wonder you told Yanran to be careful. This Xiao Yan really is formidable."
Yun Yun spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of admiration.
An Yi, standing beside her, raised a brow at that and curled his lips in displeasure. "More formidable than me?"
Yun Yun froze for a moment, then shot him an amused look. "How old are you? Aren't you ashamed to be jealous of a junior?"
In her eyes, although An Yi looked young, anyone with such terrifying strength who could survive alone in the Magic Beast Mountain Range for so long had to be some ancient monster hiding his true age.
An Yi rolled his eyes and corrected her righteously, "What junior? I'm only one month older than him, okay?"
Yun Yun was a little stunned, her exquisite face full of disbelief. "One month?"
An Yi waved a hand. "I'll explain it to you properly another day. Watch the show first."
He rubbed his chin and asked with interest, "Who do you think will win between the two of them?"
Yun Yun stared intently at the fierce battle in the arena. After pondering for a moment, she said with certainty, "Xiao Yan is indeed formidable. His foundation runs deep, far beyond my expectations. However, Yanran has received the finest instruction in the Misty Cloud Sect since childhood. Her Cultivation Methods and Combat Skills are all first-rate. She won't lose."
An Yi smiled noncommittally. "Under normal circumstances, if they keep fighting like this, she indeed won't lose. But..."
An Yi changed the subject, his tone carrying a sly amusement. "If he manages to knead that thing together,