Watching Nalan Yanran leave, Xiao Yan's expression grew complicated. He had never expected that her strength would now surpass his.
"Xiao Yan..."
Seeing the complicated look on Xiao Yan's face, the First Elder could not help wanting to say something. After all, the relationship between Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran had always been rather tangled.
"Heh, I'm fine..."
Xiao Yan forced a smile at the First Elder, then turned his gaze to the wounds on their bodies. His brows furrowed slightly, and anger surfaced on his face. "Those wounds..."
"Alas." At his words, resentment appeared on the First Elder's face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Yun Leng inflicted all these wounds. After Yun Shan brought us to the Misty Cloud Sect, Yun Leng ordered us locked up here. Every day, he would come and lash us with a whip."
"If Yun Shan hadn't ordered beforehand that no one from the Xiao Clan was to be killed or maimed, I doubt we would have survived until now."
Hearing the First Elder's words, Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes and looked toward Yun Leng, who was battling Mo Bass in midair. Killing intent surfaced on his face.
His gaze then swept over the elders. Seeing the Third Elder's empty sleeve, his expression grew complicated.
The Third Elder had always had a fiery temper, yet he had not spoken a word so far. It seemed he had suffered quite a heavy blow.
Xiao Yan could not help recalling the Secret Technique for reconstructing a body that Yao Lao had told him about. Gathering the materials to rebuild an entire body was difficult, but merely restoring one of the Third Elder's arms should not pose much of a problem, should it?
However, the battle against the Misty Cloud Sect was still underway, and Xiao Yan