On the enormous plaza, Misty Cloud Sect disciples sat cross-legged along the surrounding steps in silent wait.
The Misty Cloud Sect's higher-ups had gathered to one side, seemingly waiting for something.
Chen Xuan arrived and turned his gaze toward Nalan Yanran nearby.
"What's going on? Why didn't anyone notify me?" Chen Xuan looked around, then gazed down the stairway leading from Misty Cloud Mountain.
He did not see anyone making their way up the mountain.
Filled with doubt, he walked over to Nalan Yanran and sat beside the beauty with a grin.
Nalan Yanran wore a moon-white robe, its close-fitting cut outlining her delicate, graceful figure with a unique charm.
Her lovely face carried a faintly seductive allure.
Compared to three years ago, Nalan Yanran now seemed much more mature, with less of that proud, spoiled air on her face.
Chen Xuan stared fixedly at the tender and captivating Nalan Yanran, his trademark smile still on his face.
"Senior Sister, you really are too beautiful. You're a feast for the eyes," Chen Xuan began sweet-talking her.
Whenever he was with Nalan Yanran, this fellow always teased her a few times.
Nalan Yanran had long grown used to his teasing.
Glancing at Chen Xuan, Nalan Yanran frowned slightly. "Don't sit so close."
The surrounding area was full of Misty Cloud Sect disciples and higher-ups, yet Chen Xuan had shamelessly moved right up beside her. His skin was truly thick.
But she could not exactly say that she hated Chen Xuan.
In her heart, although Chen Xuan was carefree and thoughtless, he was not a bad person.
Rumors about their relationship had already spread throughout the sect, and everyone knew they were close.
Although Nalan Yanran had never explicitly acknowledged their relationship, everyone already felt that she and Chen Xuan were a