Misty Cloud Mountain stood lofty and majestic, shrouded in swirling mist.
As the most powerful sect in the Jia Ma Empire, its gates were imposing, with white jade steps leading straight to the mountaintop.
Misty Cloud Sect disciples with formidable auras stood on either side, their expressions solemn and bearing the pride unique to a great sect.
Ming Xin concealed himself above the Cloud Summit, calmly looking down below. At his level, this world's so-called sect-protecting formation was nothing more than decoration in his eyes.
Below, Xiao Yan, who had been racing all the way, involuntarily slowed as he approached the gates of the Misty Cloud Sect.
He raised his head and looked at those gates, both familiar and unfamiliar, then at the towering summit that pierced the clouds.
The humiliation and mockery at the engagement banquet three years ago, along with Nalan Yanran's cold and resolute words, still echoed in his ears as clearly as if they had happened yesterday.
An indescribable mixture of excitement and fury churned within his chest and surged upward!
His face flushed slightly with excitement, while blazing flames burned in his dark eyes!
It was the unwillingness he had suppressed for three years, the conviction and strength forged through countless days and nights of bitter cultivation!
Nalan Yanran... Misty Cloud Sect... I, Xiao Yan, have come!
Just then, the black ring on his finger grew faintly warm, and an aged voice filled with encouragement and trust sounded directly in his mind:
"Little Yanzi, go."
Yao Lao's voice carried a trace of gratification and resolve. "Show them everything you've learned over these three years. Reclaim the dignity you lost back then, and reclaim every humiliation forced upon you!
"Let everyone see that the disciple of Yao Chen is no useless trash to be bullied at