"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Qin Yang."

Nangong Feng withdrew his somewhat awkward hand, nodded, and said with a smile.

His eyes were subtly watching Qin Yang. As Zilan's father, he could see that his daughter was very attached to him.

"Young friend Qin Yang, come with me, and I'll take you to Miss Zilan's room."

Elder Yue Chan said to Qin Yang.

"Okay."

Qin Yang nodded, and then, holding Zilan in his arms, followed Elder Yue Chan away.

"This time, it seems I was short-sighted. I didn't expect he could really enter the Holy Tower of our clan and even bring Miss Zilan out."

The Second Elder, Nangong Haotian, narrowed his old eyes slightly, said a word, and then stepped away.

Seeing that Zilan was safely out of the tower, the rest also dispersed.

Creek!

Watching Qin Yang leave with Zilan in his arms, Nangong Yunfeng's hand slowly clenched, making a crisp sound with his bones.

"Damn it, this guy."

Nangong Yunfeng gritted his teeth and said.

If it were Nangong Yi walking with Zilan, and Zilan liked Nangong Yi, he could still endure because Nangong Yi was indeed much more talented than him. However, this outsider kid holding the little princess of their Nangong Clan made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Beside him, Nangong Yi also gave Qin Yang's retreating figure a deep look, his gaze deep and calm as water, slowly drawing a sword with a chilling gleam.

The entire sword, from blade to hilt, was white, with exquisite patterns carved on the hilt, surrounding two ancient-style characters "White Rainbow."

In the moonlight, the White Rainbow Sword's chilling light was awe-inspiring, exuding a trace of arrogance.

"Perhaps tomorrow I can invite him to the Martial Arts Arena for a little sparring."

Nangong Yi brought his two slender fingers together, lightly gliding over the sharp blade of the White Rainbow Sword, said lightly.

"Sounds good, I also want to see his strength."

Nangong Feiyang, with an elegant demeanor, also smiled.

"Hey, hey, you all don't have to be so hard on him, right? He was the one who rescued Zilan from the tower, wasn't he?"

Nangong Huozhu said somewhat speechlessly.

At this moment.

Under the guidance of Elder Yue Chan, Qin Yang arrived at the courtyard where Zilan resided.

The courtyard was filled with beautiful flowers, plants, and spirit fruits. As soon as you entered, you could smell the fragrance permeating the whole place.

After placing Zilan on the bed in her boudoir, Elder Yue Chan tucked her in, and then they both left the room.

"Young friend Qin Yang, it's late. Let me take you to the guest room to rest."

Elder Yue Chan said.

"Alright."

Qin Yang nodded and followed Elder Yue Chan to the guest room.

These days, Qin Yang had been in relentless cultivation and was somewhat mentally exhausted.

The path of cultivation also requires a balance of exertion and relaxation. After a comfortable hot bath in a wooden tub, Qin Yang lay on the bed and slept soundly.

The next day, as the morning sunlight streamed in, Qin Yang's eyes opened.

A night of full sleep left Qin Yang feeling refreshed.

Qin Yang opened the door, and a maid came to offer washing supplies.

At this moment.

Outside the courtyard of the guest room, a dozen figures were walking this way.

Leading the way were two figures: one was a middle-aged man with a jade-like face and elegant demeanor, the other was a clear and lively young girl.

It was Nangong Feng and Zilan.

Behind them followed ten maids, each carrying a lunchbox in their hands.

"I say, girl, is it necessary to prepare so much for one breakfast?"

Nangong Feng glanced at the maids following them, looked at Zilan, and asked in confusion, as the breakfast prepared was enough for ten people to be full.

"Hehe, Brother Qin Yang can eat a lot."

Zilan said with a smile on her pretty face.

"I say, girl, all these years, you never prepared such a thoughtful breakfast for your father, yet you're preparing so much for him early in the morning..."

Despite Nangong Feng's broad-minded and elegant demeanor, he couldn't help feeling a bit uncomfortable inside at this moment.

His precious daughter was someone he held dearly, yet she was preparing a lavish breakfast for that young man early in the morning.

Hearing this, Zilan's face immediately turned red.

"Brother Qin Yang was very kind to me in the Mortal Realm. Since he's visiting our Nangong Clan, of course, I have to entertain him well. Besides, yesterday Brother Qin Yang also brought me out of the tower."

Zilan said with a smile.

"Father, we're almost there."

Zilan pointed to the guest room courtyard ahead, and with excitement, she bounded in.

"Brother Qin Yang, Brother Qin Yang..."

At this moment, inside the room, Qin Yang, having just finished washing up, heard a crisp girl's voice coming from the courtyard.

"That girl is already up?"

Qin Yang smiled slightly, opened the door, and walked out, seeing Nangong Feng and Zilan approaching in the courtyard.

"Brother Qin Yang."

Seeing Qin Yang, Zilan's face lit up with a wider smile, and she skipped forward.

"Hmm."

Qin Yang nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze to Nangong Feng and greeted him.

"Brother Qin Yang, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I brought you something to eat."

Zilan said with a giggle.

With that, Zilan waved her little hand at the maids.

The maids opened the lunchboxes, taking out the carefully prepared food, filling up a large table inside the room. Most of the food was light and delicious, with added spirit medicine making it fragrant.

Smelling it, Qin Yang indeed felt hungry, so he sat around the table with Nangong Feng and Zilan.

"Brother Qin Yang, although these can't compare to your medicinal cuisine, they taste quite good."

Zilan said with a smile, then personally scooped a steaming bowl of soup for Qin Yang.

Qin Yang nodded, not being courteous, especially since he hadn't had a proper breakfast in days.

However, just when Qin Yang was about to finish eating, a maid hurried in, greeted Nangong Feng and Zilan, and then turned her gaze to Qin Yang.

"Mr. Qin Yang, there's a letter for you here."

The maid held a letter in her hand and handed it to Qin Yang.

"A letter?"

Qin Yang's brow furrowed slightly. He was only familiar with Zilan in the Nangong Clan, who would write him a letter?

After taking the envelope, Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, because the envelope didn't have his name on it, but rather three bold characters written in calligraphy: "Challenge Letter."

"Brother Qin Yang, what kind of letter is it?"

Zilan asked.

"A challenge letter."

Qin Yang said somewhat speechlessly.

Then, Qin Yang opened the letter inside the envelope, seeing it read: Brother Qin Yang, last time at Feipu Manor, we fought to a draw. Would you dare to fight me at the Martial Arts Arena today?

The signature was "Nangong Yunfeng" in four big characters.

Reading the content of the letter, Qin Yang couldn't help but find it amusing. Nangong Yunfeng really overestimated himself. Last time, Qin Yang had clearly dislocated both his shoulder joints, yet he shamelessly claimed it was a draw.

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