Hua Yan led the three, including Gu Zhiqi, to the wing rooms in the backyard.
On the way there, Su Yunling suddenly spoke. "This Formation seems like only a Ninth-order Ancient Martial Arts practitioner can activate it." Saying this, Su Yunling paused and looked at Hua Yan. "So you are… a Ninth-order Ancient Martial Arts practitioner?"
Hua Yan nodded. "Yes, Grandmaster."
The moment Hua Yan said that, Mo Weiran was directly stunned. "Ninth-order Ancient Martial Arts? What kind of concept is that? Sis, you're amazing."
As soon as Mo Weiran said that, Hua Yan burst out laughing. "I'm no 'sis'. If we really count age, I could at least be your ancestor from a dozen generations back."
Mo Weiran: ?
"Huh?"
Hua Yan arched her pretty brows and tilted up her chin. "This old lady is almost nine hundred years old."
Mo Weiran was shocked.
He had never expected Hua Yan to already be over nine hundred years old.
This…
She only looked about twenty-four or twenty-five.
