Such a tale made Yun Nanfeng stand out even among the many prodigies of the Ancient Realm.
Seated in a place personally arranged by Yun Nanfeng, Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan gazed out past the layered clouds, overlooking the sea of cultivators gathered below the high platform, both feeling a deep sense of awe.
On either side of them were core bloodlines of the Cloudmist Immortal Clan. Every member wore opulent attire, their expressions serene yet proud, as they looked down upon the masses—though from time to time, they cast flickering glances toward Jiang Chengxuan.
By now, the members of the Cloudmist Clan had naturally learned of Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan's identities.
On the surface, they offered warm welcomes.
But in truth, aside from the few diehard loyalists of Yun Nanfeng's lineage, the sentiments of the other branches were far more complicated.
