The moon was a silver platter amid a sky full of stars.
Inside Jia Nan Academy's reception room, clear moonlight spilled through a gap in the window, tracing a slender white line across the floor. The light slowly stretched onward until it fell upon Xiao Yan's face.
"Brother Xiao Yan, judging by your aura, you seem to have broken through to the Soul King realm?" Xue Qinghe rubbed his chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Xiao Yan. His eyes suddenly grew rather strange, and his brows occasionally knitted as he spoke slowly.
Xiao Yan paused at his words, then replied calmly, "Just a lucky break."
"Hehe, was it really just luck?" Xue Qinghe froze, then gave a wry smile after a long moment. "The Spirit Hall Golden Generation hadn't even reached Soul Power Level 40 at your age. Compared with you, they fall far short."
"Brother, didn't you say you had something else to take care of? Aren't you going back?" Seeing the false Xue Qinghe still talking with Xiao Yan, Qian Renxue spoke lightly, though an almost imperceptible trace of resentment lingered in her voice.
"Uh... you're right, little sister. I almost forgot." Wiping away cold sweat, the false Xue Qinghe hurriedly nodded. Not daring to continue talking with Xiao Yan, he cupped his hands. "Brother Xiao Yan, I have something to attend to, so I'll head back first. We can talk another time. I'll leave my little sister in your care."
With that, the false Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded at Qian Renxue, then waved a hand and left the reception room with the burly men behind him.
Watching Xue Qinghe's figure gradually disappear, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, a rather peculiar expression crossing his face. After a long moment, he shook his head with a wry