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Chapter 45 - Chapter 44 : Xiao Yan's Fury!

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Who is this young man?"

"Master Gu Ni seems to hold him in

high regard!"

Xiao Zhan's eyes narrowed as he observed the young man seated calmly in the pavilion. His mind raced,

trying to deduce the stranger's identity.

"Brother Ye Chen, allow me to introduce Clan Leader Xiao and Young Master Xiao."

Ya Fei's voice was smooth as silk, her crimson lips curling into a practiced smile as she gestured toward the father and son.

"Clan Leader Xiao, Brother Xiao, please, have a seat."

Ye Chen didn't rise from his chair. Instead, he offered a faint nod, his expression unreadable, his demeanor

exuding an air of quiet authority,

Xiao Zhan hesitated, his gaze flickering between Ye Chen and Ya Fei, From her words, it was clear this young man wasn't the one who had

summoned them.

"Ah, forgive my oversight," Ya Fel said with a light laugh, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"This is a direct descendant of the

Mitel family-Ye Chen."

"A direct descendant of the Mitel

family?!"

Xiao Zhan's breath hitched. The Mitel family was a behemoth, a force far beyond the reach of the Xiao cian. To offend them would be suicide.

"Greetings, Young Master Ye Chen!" Xiao Zhan bowed slightly, his voice

laced with deference. Yet, confusion gnawed at him-why would a scion of the Mitel family seek them out?

"Yan'er, pay your respects to Young Master Ye Chen!"

Xiao Yan, standing behind his father,

clenched his fists. His dark eyes flickered with suppressed emotion, but he stepped forward and gave a stiff

nod.

"No need for formalities," Ye Chen said, waving a hand dismissively. "I've invited you here today to discuss a... delicate matter."

A delicate matter?

Xiao Zhan's pulse quickened. What could this noble possibly want from their humble Xiao family?

"Young Master Ye Chen, speak freely. If it is within our power, the Xiao family will spare no effort."

Xiao Zhan forced a smile, though unease coiled in his gut.

"Very well. I come at the behest of my.

master to... dissolve an agreement."

Ye Chen's words were measured, his tone devoid of emotion, but their impact was like a hammer striking an

anvil

Xiao Zhan's smile froze. "Your master?

May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Ya Fel interjected smoothly, "Brother Ye Chen is a direct disciple of the Master of the Yunlan Sect."

"Yunian Sect?!"

The color drained from Xiao Zhan's face. Even Xiao Yan stiffened, his fingers digging into his palms.

The Yunlan Sect-the very name was enough to send tremors through the Jiama Empire.

Wutan City, where the Xiao family

resided, was but a speck in the

empire's vast landscape. The Yunlan Sect, on the other hand, stood at its zenith, a colossus whose shadow.

loomed over every power beneath it.

"So, Young Master Ye Chen is a disciple of Sect Master Yun Yun?" Xiao

Zhan managed, his voice strained. "No wonder your presence is so....

formidable."

Ye Chen's lips twitched in a ghost of a

smile. "Clan Leader Xiao, I assume you recall my junior sister-Nalan Yanran?"

"Nalan Yanran?!"

Xiao Zhan's mind flashed to a memory -a childhood promise, a bond forged

between families. His expression shifted, a flicker of warmth breaking

through his tension.

"Niece Nalan! Of course! I heard she was taken in by Sect Master Yun Yun.

To think it was true! She must be

thriving under such guidance!"

"Indeed," Ye Chen agreed, though his

eyes remained cool. "Which brings to the purpose of my visit. My master

has... concerns regarding Junior Sister Nalan's current engagement."

A deafening silence followed.

Xiao Zhan's hands trembled beneath his sleeves. His jaw tightened, veins bulging at his temples as realization

dawned.

"You're here... to break off the

engagement?"

The words were barely a whisper, but they carried the weight of a storm.

"Crack!"

Xiao Zhan's palm slammed onto the stone table. The surface shattered,

sending dishes and wine crashing to the ground in a cacophony of broken. porcelain.

Ye Chen's eyebrow arched slightly. What a waste of good food.

Xiao Yan's vision turned red.

"So, Nalan Yanran sent you to

humiliate us?"

His voice was low, seething with barely restrained fury.

Breaking off an engagement Privately

no less was a slap to the face, a declaration that the Xiao family was. unworthy

"Yan'er..." Xiao Zhan's voice was hoarse, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Xiao Yan's mind burned with rage.

"If only I had power... if only I weren't

this worthless trash!"

But he was. A cripple at the third level of Dou Qi, powerless before the might of the Yunlan Sect.

"Clan Leader Xiao, Ye Chen continued, unfazed. "I understand this is difficult.

But my master's will is absolute. For Junior Sister Nalan's future, this

engagement must end."

Xiao Zhan's breath came in ragged

bursts. The green aura of Dou Qi

flickered around him, forming the phantom of a roaring lion's head-

the Xiao family's signature technique, Raging Lion's Fury.

"Xiao Zhan! Control yourself!"

Gu Ni's voice was a whip-crack, his

aura exploding outward-a peak Nine-Star Grand Master's pressure bearing down like a mountain.

Ya Fei's face paled. "Clan Leader Xiao, think carefully. If you act rashly, the

consequences will be dire."

Xiao Zhan's body shook. The Dou Qi around him dissipated, leaving only a

hollow exhaustion. "The Yunian Sect... His voice was

broken, his pride in tatters.

Ye Chen exhaled softly. "As an apology, my master has prepared

compensation."

Xiao Yan's laugh was bitter. "Keep your treasures. I will never agree to this."

"Xiao Yan! Know your place!" Gu Ni

snaried.

"Silence." Ye Chen's voice was icy. Gu Ni recoiled as if struck.

"Xiao Yan! Know your place!" Gu Ni

snarled.

"Silence." Ye Chen's voice was icy. Gu Ni recoiled as if struck.

Xiao Yan turned to leave, gripping his

father's arm. "Father, let's go."

"Wait."

Ye Chen's voice stopped them cold. **"What if what I offer... offer... can restore your crippled meridians?"

Xiao Yan froze.

His heart pounded.

Could it be true?

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