"Who exactly are you? Why did you take Xiao Xiao away?"
In the quiet great hall, a calm voice suddenly rang out, rather out of place. A black-robed figure flashed eerily into the center of the hall. Beneath his hood, Xiao Yan cast an icy gaze at the white-haired woman on the throne.
At his words, the white-haired woman murmured, "Xiao Xiao? That is quite a lovely name. Who am I? Strictly speaking, I could be considered half her mother. But where exactly did you come from?"
Looking at the black-robed youth before her, the Silver Dragon King felt as though she were staring into a cloud of fog. She could not see through his origins at all, but she was certain of one thing: this person was definitely not native to the Douluo Continent.
In particular, when Xiao Yan had used the Five Wheel Departure Flame Art against the six great ferocious beasts earlier, the Flame Arm he casually unleashed had given her the impression of a fire god descending, burning the heavens and boiling the seas. It far exceeded everything she knew about human Soul Masters.
How could a Soul Saint in the seventies unleash such a powerful skill? More absurd still, this Soul Saint had not even used a soul ring skill.
Thus, when the Silver Dragon King looked at Xiao Yan, all she could discern was a cloud of fog. She had no idea why the person before her was so powerful. Often, the unknown was the most frightening thing of all. Precisely because she could not see through Xiao Yan at all, she was deeply wary of him.
"Half her mother? What does that mean?" Unwilling to waste words with the white-haired woman, Xiao Yan gripped the handle of the ruler on his back and