"Life or death, let each of us accept our fate!"
Misty Cloud Sect Square, Jia Ma Empire.
The moment Xiao Yan declared that they would accept their fate, whether life or death, Yun Leng's expression darkened.
This was the Misty Cloud Sect! Wasn't Xiao Yan showing him far too little respect? If he did not teach the boy a lesson today, how could he have the face to continue serving as the sect's Great Elder?
Yet just as he was about to rebuke Xiao Yan, Nalan Yanran spoke coldly from across the square. "Fine. Life or death, let each of us accept our fate. I only hope you won't regret it!"
Although she did not know how strong Xiao Yan had become, Nalan Yanran was not worried in the slightest.
In just three years, she, the Young Sect Master with the greatest cultivation talent since the Misty Cloud Sect's founding, had leaped from a Three-Star Dou Zhe to a One-Star Great Dou Master. Even if one searched the entire Jia Ma Empire, such progress was like a scorpion's dropping-one of a kind.
So what if Xiao Yan had recovered his talent? Three years ago today, he had still been a good-for-nothing with only third-stage Dou Qi. No matter how hard he cultivated, his cultivation could not possibly match hers.
As for the purple wings on Xiao Yan's back earlier, they were probably just a Flying Dou Technique like that of Mr. Yan Xiao.
As the Misty Cloud Sect's Young Sect Master, Nalan Yanran had grown up under Yun Yun's guidance. It was hardly surprising that she possessed such discernment.
"Heh, regret?
"Do you know how much I've gone through for this day?
"You don't. So today, let's settle this once and for all."
Xiao Yan snorted, answering his own question.