Atop Cliff Mountain.
Yann Chuxue gazed at the desolate mountain not far away, her sharp eyes as coolly detached as ever. "Wen Qingye's progress is truly astonishing," she said. "He actually managed to defeat Wang Chong, and Wang Chong's cultivation is at the Ninth Heaven of Refining Essence."
"What? Sis, is what you're saying true?"
Yann Xiangyang snapped his head up and looked at Yann Chuxue in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Yann Chuxue nodded, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "This Wen Qingye is advancing far too quickly. I imagine it won't be long before he reaches the Refining Spirit realm."
Hearing Yann Chuxue's words, Yann Xiangyang lowered his head and fell into deep thought for some unknown reason.
After a moment, Yann Xiangyang suddenly looked at Yann Chuxue, a teasing glint in his eyes. "By the way, Sis, I heard Grandma has arranged a marriage for you."
"Mm," Yann Chuxue nodded, the coldness in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest.
