Xiao Yan listened to Nalan Yanran's surrender, filled with humiliation and unwillingness, and felt the uproar and shock around him surge like a tsunami.
The knot of pent-up resentment that had weighed on his chest for three full years finally poured out in one satisfying rush, like a soaring dragon!
An unprecedented sense of relief and clarity spread through his entire body. He had won. He had not only reclaimed his dignity, but also his confidence and the pride that had been taken from him!
In his heart, he silently said to the ring that had given him new life and strength, "Teacher... thank you."
Within the ring, a gratified and gentle smile appeared on Yao Lao's soul phantom. His voice, filled with incomparable pride and affirmation, echoed in Xiao Yan's mind. "Hehe, little fellow, there is no need to thank me.
If you want to thank someone, thank the one who, for three years, never gave up for even a moment, no matter the wind or rain, no matter how many scornful looks and mocking words he endured... yourself!
It was your own hard work and perseverance that made everything you have today possible!"
Master and disciple understood each other without words.
However, just as the dust seemed ready to settle and Xiao Yan prepared to turn and leave.
An icy, majestic pressure suddenly descended like a mountain, crushing down hard upon him!
The Cloud Sect Elder who had stood on the right with a stern expression all along now wore a face so grim it seemed capable of dripping water!
He stepped forward, releasing the terrifying aura of a Dou Emperor without reservation. The tangible pressure instantly silenced the clamoring disciples around them!
His gaze locked onto Xiao Yan like a venomous snake, and his voice was bone-chilling,