Rescuing Yun Yun and Flushing Out the Rat

"Got it! Heh heh heh!" Yao Lao's voice followed close behind.

After spending so much time with Xiao Yan, Yao Lao had picked up his laugh. Whenever he did a good deed, he couldn't help letting out that wonderfully friendly chuckle.

Without anyone noticing, Yao Lao sealed off the entire space. Not even a fly would get out.

Yun Shan forced down his anger and looked Xiao Yan up and down.

The moment he sensed Xiao Yan's aura, his thoughts went into turmoil.

Young. He was far too young.

For someone his age to have reached such a level was almost beyond belief.

"May I ask which faction you belong to, friend? The Misty Cloud Sect has never offended you, has it?" Yun Shan asked, standing with his hands behind his back.

The Soul Hall's influence had not yet robbed him of his wits.

A prodigy like this surely had a formidable power behind him. Yun Shan did not want to fight, much less provoke such a behemoth.

As he spoke, his gaze moved to Nalan Yanran beside Xiao Yan. He recognized his junior and began to suspect why they had come.

"Yun Shan, you're a respected elder. Imprisoning your own disciple isn't something you'd want brought into the open, is it?" Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yun Shan's suspicions were confirmed, but he refused to admit it.

"Is that so?" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow and looked toward the Back Mountain.

He reached out and made a grasping motion. A vast surge of Telekinesis rushed forth.

A crack suddenly opened in the space before him, and a beautiful woman in a simple pale-green dress flew out of it.

"Ah!" Caught completely off guard, she flew straight into Xiao Yan's arms.

Thump!