"Lingyan Pavilion..."
Xia Yanyu had never shown such astonishment before, now muttering to herself in a daze as she stared at Xiao Lan.
"Lingyan Pavilion... Xiao Tianfang..."
"You, who are you?"
To Xia Yanyu, Xiao Lan's identity had always been a mystery. She couldn't understand why this woman, who was always low-key, held such an esteemed status in Jinling.
There seemed to be no background traceable to her, yet she possessed the strength to disregard the entire Jinling.
At this moment, connecting this woman with Lingyan Pavilion, all previous confusion cleared up in an instant.
This woman was connected to Xiao Tianfang.
To Xia Yanyu, Lingyan Pavilion was almost a legend.
Her knowledge of it was merely what her father explained to her before he disappeared.
The story of Lingyan Pavilion must start with Xiao Tianfang.
Twenty years ago, this man, who nobody had faith in, arrived in Jinling alone. With nothing but his fists, he earned everyone's respect by sheer force.
