Yun Yun was right. Over the past three years, after undergoing the baptism of the Gate of Life and Death, Nalan Yanran had shed her former immaturity. Now, she carried more of a mature woman's charm.
While the two were talking, the battle below had already begun. Nalan Yanran raised her sword and pointed it straight at Fang Qiancheng, unleashing the full aura of a Peak Dou Wang. His face turned livid.
A Peak Dou Wang so young was, frankly, a rare sight on the Northwest Continent. Although the top experts present could all detect a slight instability in Nalan Yanran's Dou Qi, reaching such heights at her age was already enough to make them take her seriously.
Nalan Yanran had only recently emerged from seclusion and had yet to consolidate her strength, but she still firmly held the upper hand over Fang Qiancheng. Her dazzling, powerful Dou Qi attacks flowed seamlessly into one another, leaving him groaning under the relentless assault.
"The Misty Cloud Sect may have fallen on hard times, but its foundations cannot be underestimated. With this young woman, it may well produce another Dou Zong in the future."
Someone in the spectator stands made that remark.
Although the Misty Cloud Sect always finished at the bottom and became a laughingstock at every Sect Gathering, its potential could not be denied.
Back in his day, Yun Potian had been a legend of the Northwest Continent. How could the sect he founded possibly be ordinary?
"Heh, she's just a little girl with Dou Wang strength. Breaking through to Dou Zong is easier said than done. A genius who hasn't grown into their potential is still only a genius."
Of course, many who harbored some hostility toward the Misty Cloud Sect had little faith in either Nalan Yanran or