"Yes, we're very good friends. Wouldn't you say so, Yan Xiao?"
Xiao Yu answered with a smile.
The two were cousins, after all. Of course, calling them friends was fine too. And since Xiao Yan was concealing his identity while purging Nalan Jie's poison, Xiao Yu naturally wouldn't expose him.
Yan Xiao also smiled and nodded.
Mittel Tengshan was quite surprised. Yan Xiao had never shown such an attitude toward him.
He had just been wondering whether Yan Xiao was also Elder Zhou's disciple, but judging by what he saw now, that probably wasn't the case.
While they chatted happily, Nalan Su stood behind a white-haired old man a short distance away.
The old man had a stern face, with a scar by his right eye that lent him a ruthless, battle-hardened air. He looked extraordinarily fierce.
This was the patriarch of the Nalan Family, Nalan Jie-Nalan Yanran's grandfather.
"Yanran, do you know who that is?"
Watching Xiao Yu laugh and chat, Nalan Jie asked Nalan Yanran beside him.
He held Yan Xiao, the benefactor who had saved his life, in high regard. He believed the young man's future was limitless and had been trying to befriend him.
Unfortunately, Yan Xiao remained rather cold. At first, he had thought their age gap was too wide for them to have anything in common.
So he had long since instructed his granddaughter to get closer to him, but that had produced little effect either.
Had he not done his utmost to persuade Yan Xiao to stay earlier, the young man would probably have left long ago rather than remain here. Yet after staying, he had actually gone over to the Mittel Family's side and exchanged a few words with Ya Fei from time to time.
That had infuriated him. The person