Time slipped away like water, and two days had already passed since Yun Yun's defeat.
The Misty Cloud Sect.
At this moment, in a secluded spot at the back mountain, Nalan Yanran was immersed in her cultivation.
"Senior Sister Nalan, Old Master Nalan Su has come to the Misty Cloud Sect. He said to go see him."
Seeing the female cultivator withdraw from her meditative state, a maid who had long been waiting there hurriedly spoke in a respectful voice.
"Father? What is he doing here?"
Hearing this, Nalan Yanran knitted her delicate brows, shook her head in puzzlement, and stood up gracefully. She then turned and left her private cultivation sanctuary.
Inside the spacious and brightly lit grand hall, a middle-aged man with a slightly gloomy expression sat holding a teacup, his palm resting on the table as he tapped impatiently against the surface.
Nalan Su was very annoyed right now because he had essentially been chased up Misty Cloud Mountain by his father, Nalan Jie, with a stick.
He had not expected that while he was merely leading troops to garrison the western frontier of the empire for a year, this daring daughter of his would actually dare to unilaterally break off the marriage personally set by the Old Master back then.
Within the family, who did not know that Nalan Jie was exceedingly proud? Nalan Yanran's current actions would undoubtedly cause outsiders to say that the Nalan Family saw the Xiao Clan's power waning, disdained intermarrying with them, and thus went back on their word and broke their oath.
These idle rumors caused Nalan Jie to fly into a rage at home every single day.
If not for the fact that he was unable to move, he probably would have already dragged his frail, candle-in-the-wind body to