A Promise

Inside the Yan Clan, on top of a mountain peak.

Ling Xian stood with hands behind his back and stared afar. His white robe was prancing in the wind rhythmically.

Bai Xiao Qi's features were delicate and beautiful as always. She stood behind Ling Xian with a look of complexity.

After a while, Ling Xian revealed a faint smile and broke the silence, "You have been standing here with me for half an hour, why aren't you speaking?"

"I…" Bai Xio Qi uttered out, then paused. Her pearly eyes were completely focused on Ling Xian's slender back. Her eyes appeared damp.

"Bai Xiao Qi, this is so not like you. Why are you hesitating so much?" Ling Xian laughed. Because he didn't turn his head, he didn't notice Bai Xiao Qi's strange expression.

After he left the O Yang House, he rushed back to the Yan Clan and told Yan Xiong Fei all about his interactions with the O Yang Clan and about the alliance. He then returned here.