Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1035: Remember My Name, We Will Meet Again
"I want to kill you!" As expected, upon hearing Han Yan’s sarcastic remarks, Long Ya felt his anger swell, and he furiously shouted while rapidly casting a series of hand gestures.
An unusual power rippled through the surroundings!
"Long Ya, stop!" The young man leading the group changed his expression and shouted sternly.
"Stop quickly!" Another man also yelled in panic.
"I want to kill him, I want to kill him." Long Ya seemed to have lost his reason, shouting madly.
Han Yan felt a twinge and once again held the hilt of his sword.
She could feel the strange power growing stronger with each of Long Ya’s hand gestures, and the panicked expressions of the other two made her sense danger.
Huayue and others also noticed something was amiss and quietly gathered around.
Even Ye Lanfeng furrowed his brows slightly.
"Long Ya, stop." At this moment, a calm voice echoed in their ears, followed by a young man approaching slowly.
"Young Master!" Upon seeing this young man, the two young men revealed expressions of surprise and joy, quickly standing to bow.
Long Ya, who had already lost his reason and was in a frenzy, also shuddered, instantly sobering up. He stopped his hand gestures and respectfully stood to bow, as if the young man’s calm voice held some sort of magic.
It turns out he was the master of Long Ya and the other two!
Mu Han couldn’t help but curiously look at the young man, who appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, similar to Mu Hanyan’s age. His face was handsome, yet carried a maturity and composure not quite fitting his age.
His simple swordsman’s outfit, although plain, fit him perfectly, inexplicably lending him a touch of nobility.
This person must have quite the background.
As Mu Hanyan scrutinized him, he too was observing Mu Hanyan.
"Are you the one who injured Long Ya?" After a moment, the young man asked Mu Hanyan.
His voice was still calm, yet seemed to carry the authority only a superior would possess.
Everyone around looked at this sixteen-year-old boy, feeling an inexplicable urge to submit.
"Indeed." However, Mu Hanyan’s resolute nature was far from ordinary, so she was unfazed, responding with a calm expression.
"If I’m not mistaken, he probably attacked without cause first and said something disparaging about Anyun Country, which led you to act in anger, correct?" The young man continued. Although it sounded like he was asking Mu Hanyan, his tone already provided the answer. It was as if everything was under his control, full of confidence.
Mu Hanyan nodded. This manner of speaking really left her somewhat unaccustomed.
"It’s my failure to discipline my subordinates; indeed, it was his fault. I apologize on his behalf. Here is some silver; consider it compensation for them." The young man glanced at the injured guards, bowed deeply, and handed a silver note to Mu Hanyan.
Everyone around craned their necks to see that silver note, gasping silently—one million taels, a sum many would never see in a lifetime.
Frankly speaking, the injuries of the guards weren’t too severe, and purchasing some Healing Pills would cost at most tens of thousands of taels. Yet this young man offered a million taels without hesitation—truly lavish.
Although the young man expressed an apology and offered compensation, Mu Hanyan still sensed a deep-seated arrogance. In his eyes, it seemed as if those injured were merely insignificant ants, and he only offered compensation to maintain his dignity.
Though such arrogance made Mu Hanyan uncomfortable, the young man’s words were flawless, and she found no reason to make things difficult for him, so she received the silver note.
After all, he held embassy documents with the Dragon Seal from Emperor Anyun, marking him as a guest invited by An Yun. She couldn’t possibly harm him.
Only then did Mu Hanyan realize that except for her initial affirmation, she hadn’t managed to say another word in front of this young man—he had done all the talking.
Despite his demeanor being calm, bland, and composed, Mu Hanyan could still feel his undeniable intensity.
This guy, who on earth is he?
"Today’s matter is settled. Remember my name; I’m Yue Fanchen. Perhaps it won’t be long before we have a chance to cross swords. I hope you prepare well and don’t disappoint me." The young man glanced at Mu Hanyan again before turning to leave.
Long Ya cast a resentful glance at Mu Hanyan, then followed closely along with the other two guards, all deeply respectful, their former arrogance nowhere to be seen.
"Yue Fanchen, could he be of the Shangyue Royal Family?" Someone finally exclaimed in surprise once they were gone.
Despite Yue Fanchen’s young age and unruffled demeanor, the overpowering aura of a superior was too strong. While he was present, no one dared make a sound. It was only now that they realized.
Mu Hanyan suddenly understood. The surname Yue, wasn’t that the national surname of Shangyue? Though not limited to royal kin, his prowess, demeanor, and possession of embassy documents meant he couldn’t be an ordinary person. Mu Hanyan was certain that Yue Fanchen belonged to the Shangyue Royal Family.
The Shangyue Royal Family founded the nation with martial prowess, and their descendants were often of profound cultivation. Historically, many renowned masters on the Continent hailed from the Shangyue Royal Family. Although she hadn’t seen Yue Fanchen in action, his role as a representative to Anyun at such a young age signified extraordinary abilities.
Mu Hanyan recalled Yue Fanchen’s words before leaving. Although he spoke conditionally, it was clearly a challenge, judging by his style.
Initially, Mu Hanyan thought he was simply just, but now she realized that while he was fair, he, like her, was also protective. He refrained from acting against her this time only because he recognized the fault and didn’t want to tarnish the Shangyue Royal Family’s dignity.
When the opportunity arises, a duel between them is inevitable.
Recalling Long Ya’s interrupted hand gestures and that eerie power, Mu Hanyan’s expression grew serious. Yet soon, an intense fighting spirit welled up inside her.
Compared to her past life, her strength had improved too rapidly, but she lacked sufficient experience, so it was time to thoroughly fight someone worthy. Such an opponent should be worth her full effort.
Until Yue Fanchen’s group completely disappeared, cheers erupted again around.
Previously, people might have heard of Han Yan’s reputation as a playboy and assumed he bullied the weak under the guise of family status, feeling some disdain. But now, looking at Han Yan, their gaze held no contempt, only admiration and respect.
