The Misty Cloud Sect.
A white dress wrapped Nalan Yanran's graceful figure, her dark hair hanging to her waist and drifting in the breeze. Confusion filled her lovely face as she stared at her grandmaster, Yun Shan, seated high on the dais.
Had the terrifying pressure of a Dou Zong not forced every question back down her throat, she would have challenged him before everyone.
"Then Yanran will take her leave..."
After a long silence, Nalan Yanran lowered her head and spoke.
Once she left the Misty Cloud Sect, she had to send Young Master Xiao Yan a letter immediately. The sect was already in complete chaos. Her teacher had been imprisoned, she had been stripped of her position as senior disciple, and her grandmaster held all authority firmly in his own hands.
Even stranger was the fact that...
Some elders who had been perfectly ordinary Dou Ling cultivators had advanced by leaps and bounds in recent days. As though they had swallowed an Immortal Pill, they had soared to Dou Wang, and there were even faint signs that they intended to move against the Xiao Clan of the Jia Ma Empire.
"Wait."
Just as Nalan Yanran was about to step out of the great hall, Yun Shan slowly opened his eyes from his lofty seat behind her. His complexion was worlds apart from that of the dying old man he had been only days before.
He looked absurdly young, as though he had lived his life anew.
Nalan Yanran could not help marveling inwardly at how astonishing the additional lifespan granted by breaking through to Dou Zong truly was. For powerhouses at this level, a breakthrough was no longer merely about improving their cultivation. It also meant prolonging their lives...
At those words, Nalan Yanran's heart gave a violent