The door closed, and the room darkened.
A flicker of flame appeared, and one by one, candles were lit.
Not far away, a figure emerged.
She wore a red robe, sitting quietly there.
A phoenix crown adorned her head, her face concealed by cascading beads.
One hand rested on the table, her skin fair and translucent.
The other hand lay by her side, equally fair and unstained by dust.
"Both hands show no signs of cultivation!" Yang Yan mused.
This indicated that the figure before him had yet to reach the Four Extremes Secret Realm in cultivation.
As long as the Four Extremes Secret Realm had not been reached, Yang Yan felt no fear!
"Are you the man my father found for me?" The figure asked before Yang Yan could speak.
Her voice was icy, devoid of any emotion.
"That's right, are you Lord Wang's daughter?" Yang Yan asked as he approached.
His gaze remained fixed on the sitting figure.
"Yes, my name is Wang Yanran, and yours?" she introduced herself.
"Yang Yan."
