Su Tian turned his head slightly, looking toward Xiao Yan beneath his black robe.
Xiao Yan paid no attention to Su Tian's gaze. At that moment, his eyes held nothing but Nalan Yanran's figure.
But it was not infatuation. On the contrary, it was fierce hatred.
Nalan Yanran, you never expected this, did you? That the two of us would meet in a place like this.
Xiao Yan drew a deep breath, his icy gaze beneath the black robe fixed firmly on Nalan Yanran as he murmured inwardly.
These past three years, you must have lived very comfortably in the Misty Cloud Sect, haven't you?
Warm blood trickled from Xiao Yan's palm, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. Do you know? To fulfill our three-year agreement, I've crawled along death's knife edge countless times, barely surviving!
Xiao Yan did not speak any of those words aloud.
Nor could Nalan Yanran hear the voices within his heart. Perhaps she did not know that whenever his endurance neared its limit during his grueling training, it was her existence that drove him to grit his teeth desperately and force his way through to the end.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. To think it would be Nalan Yanran, the Misty Cloud Sect Master's personal disciple!"
"Heh! No wonder that old fellow Mo Cheng is so excited."
"That old fellow, hmph. Who knows how long he'll spend boasting about what happened today!"
"I'm just saying, ah, it looks like the Misty Cloud Sect really does place more and more importance on the Mo Clan. This time, even their future sect master has come in person."
Looking at the beautiful woman in moon-white robes beside Mo Cheng, everyone in the hall began whispering among themselves. Envy filled their faces as they secretly sighed in jealousy.
The Misty