"Young friend Sun, could we... have a word in private?"
As soon as the group returned to the Mittel Family estate, Yao Lao sought out Sun Buxiao.
He... was once again unsure what to make of Sun Buxiao.
"I know what you want to ask me, Yao Lao, but do you think Little Yanzi is ready to hear all that right now?"
Sun Dog shrugged noncommittally.
"Little Yanzi..."
Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan, his thoughts tangled like a skein of hemp.
"Brother Sun, whatever you're going to discuss, don't keep it from me."
Xiao Yan looked earnestly at Sun Buxiao, his tone sincere.
"The Three-Year Agreement is over... from now on, I only have one goal left."
"To bring Master back to life and help him get revenge!"
"So-please tell me who it was that murdered Master."
The matter between him and Nalan Yanran had been settled.
He still had a few wounds left by his own Fire Lotus explosion, but they were nothing serious now-
As for Nalan Yanran, she would be bedridden for at least a year or two. The outcome of the Three-Year Agreement was settled: he, Xiao Yan, had won.
The victory hadn't filled him with arrogance, only a trace of relief-the suffering he had endured had indeed given him a mindset far beyond that of ordinary people. He also knew that he had only defeated Nalan Yanran; he still wasn't strong enough.
"Forget about your master for a moment. What the hell was that?"
Sun Buxiao stared woodenly at Xiao Yan, then rewarded him with a knuckle to the head.
Bonk!
"Ow! Brother Sun, what was that for?!"
Little Yanzi's composure crumbled in a second. He clutched his head and stared at Sun Buxiao in bewilderment.
"You've got some fucking nerve! Who taught you