Nalan Yanran Began to Pursue Power

"Hmph. Come talk to me when you've done it."

A rat who only dares hide in the shadows thinks he can order me around?

Of course, Yun Shan did not say that last part aloud.

However much the other man hid himself, he was still a Dou Zong—far beyond anyone Yun Shan could fight.

"Heh, heh, heh. Just wait, Yun Shan. By then, I'll demand far more than this."

As his words faded, Protector Wu's figure slowly vanished.

Yun Shan remained seated in the Sect Master's chair, neither moving nor speaking.

Who knew whether that bastard was still watching him from the shadows?

Elsewhere.

At a training ground on the Back Mountain of the Misty Cloud Sect.

Nalan Yanran was practicing her swordsmanship with all she had.

Her movements were graceful, and her sword cut through the air with sharp whistles.

"Huff, huff..."

She panted heavily. Her sword hand ached, and the blade trembled slightly.

"Hah!!"

With an angry cry, she poured all her Dou Qi into the blade.

Whoosh—!

Her slash sent a streak of blue-green Sword Qi through the training dummy ahead.

A mountain breeze blew past, and half the dummy slid diagonally to the ground.

Her strength gave out. She planted her sword against the ground as one side of her body sagged.

Sweat ran down her forehead, dripped from her chin, and struck the dirt.

Yun Yun, who had been watching nearby, walked over and shook her head at the exhausted Nalan Yanran.

"Yanran, you don't have to push yourself this hard."

Nalan Yanran raised her head, resolve burning in her eyes.

"Teacher, I have to defeat Xiao Yan!"

Yun Yun sighed.

She brushed Nalan Yanran's damp bangs aside.

Nalan Yanran had been having a hard time lately.

Whenever she returned to the Nalan Family,