Everything that had happened today felt so surreal to Nalan Yanran that she even wondered whether she was dreaming. All of it was still far beyond what she was ready to grasp.
She needed time to slowly digest so much information and soothe her restless heart. She truly was in no state to take in anything else beyond her understanding.
But just as Nalan Yanran was about to calm herself and gather her thoughts, something else occurred to her. Filled with trepidation, she asked Saint Liufeng a question.
"Then, Senior, do you think the person from today could belong to one of those clans?"
Saint Liufeng immediately frowned. After considering it for a moment, she shook her head.
"Probably not. I've had some dealings with those races before. When that aura was unsettling you today, I sensed it as well. There is indeed one clan whose aura matches that Cold Yin, sinister feeling, but this person's aura was extremely pure. It lacked that clan's distinctive energy.
"Nor did I sense any trace of decay on him, so he probably isn't very old. Members of those clans who reach the Dou Zun realm at such a young age generally remain within their clans and rarely venture out onto the Dou Qi Continent. So he probably isn't one of them.
"Wh-what?! His talent rivals those special races? Then... what about me?"
Hearing Saint Liufeng's assessment of Hun Changqing, Nalan Yanran was startled and spoke helplessly. Her heart felt ice-cold. After hearing how absurdly powerful those clans were, she simply could not imagine what she could possibly do to surpass Hun Changqing, whose talent rivaled theirs.
"Hehe, there's no need to panic like that. Though I no longer possess any power, and didn't dare deliberately probe his aura today for fear of being