Unlike the Mittel Family, which had built its fortune through trade, the Nalan Family and the other aristocratic clan, the Mu Family, had risen through the military.
They also commanded several Mercenary Corps that specialized in hunting magical beasts.
The family rules were as strict as military discipline, and in recent years, the family had begun drawing even closer to the Misty Cloud Sect.
It was all because a gifted young woman had emerged among the family's younger generation.
Today, however, the atmosphere in the Nalan Family was somewhat unusual.
With Ya Fei's introduction, Xiao Yan easily met the head of the Nalan Family, Nalan Jie.
That alone showed how extensive Ya Fei's unseen network of connections in the Imperial Capital was.
Nalan Jie was a shrewd, capable old man.
His ashen complexion did nothing to hide the sharp gleam still shining in his aged eyes.
"You said you're Brother Xiao Lin's grandson, Xiao Yan?" In the main hall, Nalan Jie held his teacup and smiled at the young man seated to his right.
The young man before him was rather handsome and carried himself with extraordinary poise, but what truly moved him was the aura of danger he sensed from him.
That meant this young man, barely a few days older than Nalan Yanran, was at least a Dou Wang expert.
A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Dou Wang expert was simply inconceivable in the Jia Ma Empire, but recalling Xiao Lin back then, Nalan Jie felt a measure of understanding.
When he had rescued the gravely injured Xiao Lin all those years ago, he had not known his true strength.
Only later, after Xiao Lin had recovered a little of his strength and casually crushed a Dou Huang expert to death before his eyes, had he realized just how terrifying