Ning State.
At Luoyu Mountain, a large tent at the foot of a mountain lit by lamps suddenly resounded with a heavy, furious slamming sound.
"This is outrageous!"
"This is outrageous!!"
Nalan Xuance abruptly stood up, his complexion pale, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The desk covered in white paper was now splattered with bright red stains.
"Master—"
This strange sound undoubtedly attracted attention. Nalan Qiutong hurried into the tent, quickly stepping forward to help.
"Get out!"
Nalan Xuance, with a gloomy expression, flicked his sleeve and forcefully pushed Nalan Qiutong aside.
The latter stumbled and fell to the ground, looking aggrieved.
Two years have passed.
Nalan Qiutong has reached the Ninth Realm of Yin God.
Considering her age.
This is quite an extraordinary achievement.
