I wonder if your granddaughter will even reach the age of maturity before someone from our Mitel family claims him first."
He chuckled under his breath, remembering the rumors of Xiao Yan's closeness with Ya Fei in Wutan City.
Even without Haibo Dong's involvement, Xiao Yan's unwavering loyalty toward Ya Fei had already made Teng Shan view her as an invaluable asset to the clan.
And then came the most startling news of all Haibo Dong is still alive.
Those six words had shaken Teng Shan to his core.
For a time, he had even considered mobilizing the entire family to find Haibo Dong.
But after some thought, he chose to wait and watch. The truth behind that rumor was clearly anything but simple.
Still, if Haibo Dong really returned, the Mitel family's power would surge past the other clans.
And if Ya Fei managed to win over Xiao Yan the future might very well belong to them.
On the stage, the ceremony had ended.
Nalan Yanran rose gracefully, her clear eyes filled with admiration for her master.
Then, with a playful glint, she said softly,
"Teacher, in a while… I'd like to visit Wutan City."
"Wutan City?" Yun Yun raised an eyebrow, then smiled knowingly. "Ah… you can't wait to meet your fiancé, can you?"
Nalan Yanran's cheeks turned pink. "He may be my fiancé in name, but that doesn't mean I accept him.
I just want to see for myself what kind of person he really is.
If he's not to my liking, then even if he's a genius, I won't stay by his side."
Yun Yun laughed softly and brushed her disciple's hair.
"A twelve-year-old alchemist… even I've never seen such a monster in all my years.
Whatever his personality, his talent alone is beyond reproach.
You can say what you like, but I can tell you're curious about him."
Flustered, Nalan Yanran pouted and playfully nudged her master. "Teacher, you're teasing me again!"
Yun Yun chuckled, eyes warm with affection. "Very well. I'm curious about him too.
When the time comes, we'll visit Wutan City together — and see what kind of prodigy this Xiao Yan truly is."
High above the sky, Xiao Yan stepped lightly through the air, each stride carrying him several miles ahead.
With Yao Lao's vast soul power supporting him, even the void beneath his feet seemed to bend to his will.
From within the ring, Yao Lao couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Even though Xiao Yan
was borrowing external power, the way he manipulated space was unbelievably natural.....fluid, effortless, precise.
He seemed to walk casually, yet his pace was so fast that even most Dou Zong experts....after unleashing their best movement techniques...would struggle to keep up.
What amazed Yao Lao even more was how little energy Xiao Yan consumed.
After traveling thousands of miles, the old man's soul force had barely diminished.
"My disciple really must've reached the level of a Dou Emperor once…"
Yao Lao's heart swelled with both pride and
excitement.
The stronger Xiao Yan became, the closer Yao Lao's resurrection came.....and so did their revenge.
And someday, when Xiao Yan stood as an Emperor again, he, Yao Lao, would be honored as the teacher of an Emperor.
"When I'm revived," Yao Lao mused smugly, "I'll make that brat show off in front of the old fools at Pill Tower. Let them see what real talent looks like."
As his thoughts drifted, Xiao Yan began to descend slowly. In moments, the faint outline of a small town appeared below him.
Seeing the familiar townscape and the basin in the distance, a faint smile curved his lips.
It was here, in this very place, that he had once met that lonely,
fated girl.
The memory of her in pure white....standing quietly, isolated from the world.....stirred a deep tenderness in his heart.
"I'm sorry," he whispered softly. "But in this life, I won't let you face the world alone again."
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