"Miss," Xuan Yuan lowered the young man's hand and turned his head toward Mu Ruyue, smiling slightly, "may I ask what relationship you have with the Xiao Family?"
Mu Ruyue's gaze was indifferent, and her tone was neither cold nor warm: "It's just a temporary residence, I have no relationship with the Xiao Family of the Central Continent."
"The Xiao Family of the Central Continent?" Xuan Yuan was stunned, staring at the woman before him, puzzled.
"Yes," Mu Ruyue sneered, her lips curling, "because I am a descendant of Xiao Yun, I was expelled from this land many years ago. The Xiao Family I recognize is only the one established by Xiao Yun, not the current one."
Xuan Yuan's expression suddenly changed dramatically, his eyes filled with shock.
"You are a descendant of Xiao Yun?"
"Correct, my ancestor is indeed Xiao Yun."
