"Regret? The thing I've regretted least in my entire life is breaking off my engagement with the Xiao Clan."
Nalan Yanran looked at Xiao Yan mockingly with her phoenix eyes. Dressed in a pale yellow gown, its skirts fluttering, and holding an exquisite longsword, she looked like a sword immortal.
Everyone present was drawn to Nalan Yanran's beauty and bearing.
Nalan Yanran was no weakling either. In the Mist Cloud Sect, she ranked below only Yun Shan and Yun Yun, a genuine Dou Huang.
After meeting Xu Ran and getting to know him, her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. Her cultivation had never stopped rising, and she broke through almost every so often.
She had thought her cultivation would gradually slow down once she reached the realms beyond Dou Ling, but who could have known that instead of slowing, her breakthroughs seemed to come even faster?
Everything was as beautiful and unreal as the moon reflected in water and flowers in a mirror, so Nalan Yanran had always felt as though she were living in a dream.
Everything was too wonderful. Xu Ran was simply the most perfect, utterly unique other half she could imagine.
So even though Xiao Yan was no longer the man he had once been and had come to the Mist Cloud Sect with overwhelming might, she feared nothing. Even death would be no more than waking from a dream. Even if it was a dream, what harm was there in making it a little more magnificent?
Xu Ran's affection for her ran deep, and she would never betray him in her lifetime.
Nalan Yanran could still vaguely remember the scene of her first meeting with Xu Ran. He had taken quite a few liberties with her while saving her. Thinking back now, all