The white-robed figure who appeared before Niquasha looked remarkably young, seemingly in his early twenties or early thirties. His robes, as pure as snow, fluttered gently, exuding a sense of grace and elegance. The man possessed a strikingly handsome face, with a refined, delicate charm that added a touch of softness to his noble features. His slightly slender lips were gently pressed, and a faint, gentle smile played at the corners of his mouth. While the smile conveyed warmth, the subtle softness of his demeanor slightly unsettled Xiao Yan. "Such an astonishing cultivation potential! It's said that the Black Emperor Sect holds immense expectations for him, and it's likely that he will reach the Douzong stage. Hearing the murmurs around me, my heart stirred. I glanced intently at the white-robed man across from me, slightly surprised. Aside from that man who had come to retrieve Xun'er during my time at the Gan Nan Academy, this one was the youngest Douphong cultivator I had ever encountered. Of course, Lin Xiu'ya, Lin Yan, and Liu Qing also possess exceptional cultivation talents. Though they have not yet reached the Douphong stage, they are younger than the white-robed man before me. It's uncertain whether they will attain the Douphong rank within a few years, so when compared directly, their talents may not be significantly inferior to this one." Nevertheless, regardless of how one might say it, achieving the Sovereign Rank at this age truly makes one a rare gem among the elite—someone truly exceptional. Merely by this achievement, the white-robed man indeed possessed the standing to look down upon the others. As Xiao Yan was struck by the strength of this white-robed man, the latter himself was no less stirred. Having just engaged in a lightning-fast exchange of combat, he now realized that the younger-looking black-robed youth before him—appearing significantly younger than himself—was no mere novice, but a genuine Sovereign-tier powerhouse. This fact, however, did not sit well with him. From childhood, he had grown up surrounded by the constant praise of prodigies, consistently regarded as the heir apparent to the sect's leadership. Over the years, the sect had poured countless rare materials and treasures into his development, all in hopes of enabling him to reach the Sovereign Rank. And indeed, he had not let them down—thanks to this continuous investment, he had successfully ascended to the Sovereign Rank before turning thirty. Reaching the Duke of the Realm rank before the age of thirty was the thing that held the most pride in Mo Ya's heart, as the senior monks within the sect typically reached that level at ages of forty or fifty, and their future potential far fell short of his. However, today, for the first time, this pride had been slightly wounded. The young man in black robes before him was clearly younger than he, yet the strength he displayed during their earlier encounter seemed no less than Mo Ya's. Such a comparison inevitably left him feeling somewhat disheartened. Of course, this feeling lasted only briefly before Mo Ya swiftly suppressed it deep within himself. To achieve the Duke of the Realm rank at his age was already a testament to his excellence; external factors wishing to cast a shadow or create obstacles for him were indeed quite difficult to achieve. "Heh, my friend, you're being too kind. That young girl back then wasn't an ordinary person. If I hadn't exerted a bit more effort, I'd probably have ended up with a similar outcome to this one." The snowy sleeves gently swayed as Mo Ya bowed to Xiao Yan with a warm smile. Observing the gentle expression on Mo Ya's face, Xiao Yan's brows furrowed slightly, his face flushed with embarrassment—having nearly lost his composure due to the earlier dismissal—his cheeks now tinged with anger. Purple Yan gently grasped his arm and said, "Then, what was your intention? Did you perhaps share a common cause with this man?" Seeing Xiao Yan pressing questions with such intensity, Mo Ya's eyes grew slightly cold, yet the smile on his face remained as gentle and warm as spring breeze: "Esteemed friend, this is merely a minor disagreement—something entirely ordinary within the Black Angular Region. I kindly ask that you overlook this matter, for the sake of our personal relationship, shall we?" His gaze drifted slowly over Xiao Yan, who was struggling to rise, then settled on the now venomous glare fixed upon his Kui Sha. Yet in Xiao Yan's heart, the resolve of hostility remained unshaken. Though Mo Ya's strength was not particularly outstanding, he was indeed a dangerous opponent. A grudge had now been settled; if he were to let this matter pass, it would become a significant concern in the future. However, if he were to strike him down at this moment, Mo Ya would certainly intervene. While Mo Ya himself might not be a major threat to Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan knew well that within the Black Emperor's Hall, there were numerous strong figures from the Black Emperor Sect closely observing the situation. Should he engage directly with this junior representative of the Black Emperor Sect, those figures would certainly not remain passive. As thoughts flickered in Xiao Yan's mind, a gentle breeze drifted from behind, gradually spreading out and invigorating everyone present. Turning their gaze, they saw the young physician in a white dress approaching with graceful, measured steps. Mo Ya gazed at the elegant figure, struck by her serene, otherworldly grace, and was momentarily taken aback. The quality of this woman was truly exceptional—far beyond ordinary, gilded, and ornamental beauties. "Well, perhaps we shouldn't argue here," the young physician said softly as she reached Xiao Yan. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily surprised. How could the young physician, so accustomed to her own composure, express such a yielding sentiment? With a look of mild curiosity, he turned to her, and she gave him a barely perceptible wink. "Next time, when you bring someone to cause trouble, make sure you've done your homework—don't just show up and expect to be used as a pawn," Xiao Yan remarked, nodding slightly as he cast a cold, resentful glance at Kui Sha, whose eyes were filled with venom. Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Qujia's eyes twitched slightly, and he clenched his teeth, his gaze growing more venomous. "Thank you, Madam, for resolving this matter," Mo Ya said, offering a gentle smile and bowing politely to Xiao Yixian. Yet, Xiao Yixian only glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze away and lowering her eyelids. Being completely ignored in this manner, Mo Ya was momentarily taken aback, then slightly embarrassed—this was the first time in many years he had been treated this way by a woman. The more so, the more his heart fluttered. "May I know your name, friend? Should anything arise in the future, please do not hesitate to come to me. Within the Black Emperor City, I still have a modest standing," Xiao Yixian offered no room for small talk, and Mo Ya, unfazed, smiled gently and smoothly shifted the conversation to Xiao Yan, speaking with courteous warmth. "Yan Xiao." "Simply stating two words, Xiao Yan bowed slightly to Mo Yi and said in a calm tone, 'Young Master, as the matter has now been settled, I have other affairs to attend to. I shall now be off.' Without waiting for a reply from Mo Yi, Xiao Yan raised his foot and headed straight toward the Black Emperor's residence area, followed closely by the two young healers. Watching the graceful figure pass by, Mo Yi inhaled the lingering fragrance and gently curved his lips, thinking how rare it was to find a woman worthy of sharing his esteemed company. 'Mo Young Master, shall we just let them go like this?' Qujia, wiping the blood from his lips, spoke with mild frustration as he watched Xiao Yan and his companions depart. 'What else do you expect? That little girl and Rock Xiao are both powerful cultivators at the Duke of the Realm level. Even our Black Emperor Sect wouldn't want to offend them lightly. We only asked you to gather information about them—how could you, this slow-witted one, have gone ahead and attacked?' Mo Yi's smile gradually faded, and he spoke with growing coldness. "What do you intend to do now? That young man just decides to leave whenever he pleases—clearly, he doesn't value you at all." Kuijia paused, clenched his teeth, then spoke in a low, grim tone. "First, I'll assess their strength. As long as they remain within this Black Emperor's city, everything remains under my control." Mo Ya smiled faintly, gently grasping the air with his palm, then inhaled softly, murmuring to himself, "Such a beautiful person—I mustn't let her go easily." "Heard that, the young physician slowly came to a halt, glanced at Xiao Yan, and saw the weariness etched on his face. Then, she softly said, 'Don't worry—that man won't make it within three days. In fact, he'll die far more tragically than if I had simply severed him.'" "Did you poison him?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise, for he hadn't felt anything at all. A gentle smile played at the young physician's lips. Nodding slightly, she saw Xiao Yan's astonishment and chuckled lightly, "In alchemy, I must admit, I'm not as skilled as you. But in the art of poisons—well, you're far behind me." Xiao Yan shrugged, naturally unconvinced. After all, he had built his career on alchemy, while the young physician had risen on the strength of her mastery in poisons. They were two distinct paths, each with significant achievements in their own domains—so it was only natural they couldn't be compared. "But Mo Ya seems to be watching you with a different gaze. Pay close attention, and don't fall for his charm." Xiao Yan recalled the way the man had been looking at her earlier, The young physician glanced at Xiao Yan, then stepped forward steadily, her voice calm and even. "Should he dare have such a thought, I shall make him a complete waste."