Xiao Yan glanced at the stubborn Nalan Yanran, feeling quite helpless.
Although he defeated Nalan Yanran in the previous contest, it does not mean that he can actually make Nalan Yanran a slave.
Regardless of anything else, Nalan Yanran is the young sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, and the elders of the Yunlan Sect would never allow anything to cause the Yunlan Sect to lose face.
Furthermore, if Nalan Yanran were to commit suicide, the entire Yunlan Sect would likely erupt in chaos. Xiao Yan, considering himself weak and frail, would probably find it difficult to descend the Yunlan Mountains intact.
"The three-year agreement has been reached. From now on, we will have no further contact!"
Xiao Yan said calmly, gripping his longsword in his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword shot out and slammed into the face of the Yunlan Sect disciple, its hilt wobbling violently.
"You should know that this kind of agreement is not very binding."
Xiao Yan shook the letter of divorce in his hand, casually crumpled it into powder, and then tossed it away. The scraps of paper drifted away in the wind and quickly disappeared.
"I repeat what I said three years ago today."
Xiao Yan smiled gently, his soft voice echoing softly across the quiet square.
“Nalan Yanran, from now on you will have no connection with my Xiao family whatsoever. Congratulations on regaining your freedom.”
Nalan Yanran's expression was complicated as she looked at Xiao Yan, who was all smiles. He had finally achieved his goal, but for some reason, she felt empty inside.
For a moment, Nalan Yanran was stunned by Xiao Yan's words, not knowing what to say.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the show is over. Now go home."
Seeing her like this, Xiao Yan smiled. He looked around, said something to everyone present, then turned around and walked out of the square under everyone's gaze.
Sunlight streamed down from the horizon, and his somewhat solitary figure appeared much more relaxed than when he arrived.
As he stepped out of the plaza and was about to descend the steps, a faint voice rang out, causing Xiao Yan's heart to sink.
"Boy, stop right there! Do you think you can just come and go as you please in my Yunlan Sect?"
Yunling, the Grand Elder of the Yunlan Sect, stood up and shouted sternly.
Hearing the sound coming from the square behind him, Xiao Yan, who was about to step down the steps, suddenly stopped. With his back to the square, he tilted his head back and took a deep breath, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves.
At the top of the giant tree, Hai Bodong, Jia Xingtian, and the others frowned and looked towards the center of the square. They saw that the Yunlan Sect members had very strange expressions, and they had no idea what had gotten into the Grand Elder.
As Yun Leng's voice rang out, Nalan Yanran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, glanced at Xiao Yan's retreating figure, and then turned to Yun Leng and the others, saying, "Elder, in today's competition, Yanran was simply outmatched. No wonder he..."
"Yanran, don't make a sound. This matter isn't so easy to resolve!"
Yun Leng waved his hand to interrupt her, his face solemn: "Yanran, as the young sect master of my Yunlan Sect, you were defeated by her in front of everyone. My Yunlan Sect has lost all face. If we don't get revenge, how will I face our ancestors in the afterlife?"
"this……"
Nalan Yanran was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and finally said nothing more. Dragging her injured body, she slowly retreated to the side, and the Yunlan Sect disciples there quickly got up to make room for her.
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
At the top of the giant tree, Fa Ma and the others were bewildered by this sudden turn of events. They looked at each other, all with puzzled expressions.
Jia Xingtian laughed and said, "Does Yun Leng intend to forcibly keep him here just because he lost the competition?"
Fa Ma shook his head and said, "If he really dares to do that, he will truly disgrace the Yunlan Sect. I don't think Yun Leng would do something so foolish."
After Yunling spoke, silence fell over the square.
The square was quiet, with a somber and eerie atmosphere.
After a while, Xiao Yan turned around and stared at the Yunlan Sect members, especially Yun Ling who was at the forefront. He frowned and his expression gradually turned cold.
"Elder Yun, are you talking to me?"
His words immediately shattered the silence in the square.
Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat. He wondered if the old man had taken the wrong medicine or forgotten to take it, for he had suddenly launched an attack.
If he were to wave his hand and summon the entire Yunlan Sect to attack, Xiao Yan knew he probably wouldn't be able to leave the Yunlan Sect today.
"Damn it, is this old guy really going to defy the world?"
"Brother Ning is so unreliable. He promised to come and back me up, but I can't even see him. I'm afraid we're doomed today!"
He felt uneasy, but he didn't show it on his face.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yun Leng stood up, his eyes wide with anger. He stared directly at Xiao Yan, and his deep voice rang out:
"You think you can just walk away after injuring my Yunlan Sect's young sect master? You're being far too naive."
A flash of black light appeared in his eyes, unnoticed by anyone present, but it couldn't escape the notice of one person.
"Hmm? Interesting, very interesting indeed! What a Soul Palace!"
Xiao Ning looked down with great interest, and when he noticed the unusual look in Yun Leng's eyes, he immediately laughed.
Below, Yun Ling's words caused an uproar among the crowd.
"No way, Yunling really can't accept defeat?"
Fama looked incredulous and exclaimed it aloud.
"Something's not right! Is Yunling out of his mind?"
Jia Xingtian frowned slightly and said meaningfully.