"Senior Ye, I'm terribly sorry for keeping you waiting so long because of my personal affairs!" On his third day at the Mist Cloud Sect, his host, Yun Yun, finally came to see him. Dressed in a flowing blue-green gown, she spoke with sincere remorse.
A delicate fragrance, as fresh and elegant as lilies, wafted toward him. Her serene, lovely face was reflected in Ye Uchiha's eyes. Though he had seen plenty of beautiful women, he still felt his heart stir, but he did not let it show.
Noticing the young woman following behind Yun Yun, Ye Uchiha asked, "And who is this?"
At his question, Yun Yun immediately introduced her. "This is my disciple, Nalan Yanran."
"Nalan Yanran pays her respects to Senior Ye." Bowing respectfully to Ye Uchiha, Nalan Yanran studied the mysterious man with curiosity. Her teacher treated him as an honored guest, yet he seemed to be about the same age as her.
Nalan Yanran was inwardly astonished by the handsome, black-haired young man before her, who looked no older than his twenties or thirties. Was he really a Dou Zong expert, as Teacher Yun Yun had said? He was far too young. It was unbelievable.
Ye Uchiha was also sizing up the young woman before him. Her pink hair was tied into twin ponytails. In looks and figure, she was still slightly inferior to Yun Yun. At seventeen or eighteen, she was a fruit not yet fully ripe, but she was undoubtedly a rare, aloof beauty, the sort who easily stirred a man's desire to conquer her-to pin her beneath him and watch her sob helplessly.
The cool air Nalan Yanran unconsciously exuded resembled Yun Yun's, yet there were differences. If Yun Yun were an aloof, pure snow lotus or lily, Nalan Yanran was undoubtedly