The Misty Cloud Sect, Elder Hall.
Yun Leng sat at the head of the hall in a moon-white robe, his expression sinister. He toyed with a Communication Jade Slip, a trace of gravity emerging on his aged face.
"Yan Xiao, Mu Zhan..."
He muttered to himself, his voice as rough as sandpaper scraping.
Below him, several elders exchanged glances, each seeing worry in the others' eyes.
"First Elder, this boy is so monstrously talented at such a young age, and his origins are unknown. I fear..."
One elder spoke hesitantly, only for Yun Leng to raise a hand and cut him off.
"You fear what?"
Yun Leng sneered, a cold glint flashing through his triangular eyes. "You fear that no one among our Misty Cloud Sect's younger generation can stand against him?"
The elder fell silent, not daring to answer.
Yun Leng slowly rose and paced through the hall with his hands clasped behind his back, his moon-white robe swaying gently in the gloom.
Recently, the winds and clouds across the continent had shifted, with prodigies emerging one after another. Even the Jia Ma Empire, tucked away in the northwest, had produced many extraordinary talents.
Although Nalan Yanran was exceptionally gifted, Yun Leng did not dare guarantee that she could defeat Mu Zhan with ease.
"What Yanran must face next is her three-year agreement with Xiao Yan..."
Yun Leng muttered to himself, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes.
Xiao Yan.
The Xiao Clan youth whose engagement Nalan Yanran had publicly broken off had reportedly recovered his talent. There were even suspicions that he, too, had received some kind of inheritance.
That day in the Xiao Clan Hall, he had defeated Yun Xiaotian as a Dou Zhe, displaying strength and resolve far beyond his peers.
"Though the young sect leader