On the street, a horse-drawn carriage sped along briskly.
After exiting the city gate, Murong Ziyue let out a light sigh, and the horse paused.
"Hey, Ziyue (sister), that was impressive."
As soon as the carriage came to a halt, Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo poked their heads out, looking up to Murong Ziyue with admiration.
Seeing the two of them, Murong Ziyue smiled, breaking the frost on her face.
She signaled for them to get comfortable and continued to drive the carriage forward.
Qingtian Academy was built just outside Purple Cloud City, and they had been delayed by the commotion in the street; they had to hurry over.
"You have quite the guts, daring to offend someone from Xuantian Sect."
Murong Ziyue smiled mockingly, casting a glance at Xin Lin.
Sikong Ran was indeed a prominent figure, not only because of his performance at the Ying Chu Conference but also because of his demeanor just now.
It's not terrifying for a person to be talented.
