Bai Yujun looked down at the gathered gods, immortals, demons, spirit beasts, and ferocious beasts, her brows drawing together.
Before coming to the divine hall, she had deliberately changed into formal palace robes, arranged her long hair, and put on hair ornaments. The occasion was rather solemn, after all. Yet look at this lot in the hall—the dragons at the front looked as though they had just crawled out of their nests, especially those rough brutes with nothing but bare dragon claws and huge feet.
A thin layer of ice seemed to freeze over her dragon eyes in an instant. The dragons had finally improved their image and won glory during the expedition to the Demon Realm. Why could they not pay a little attention to the occasion?
In a corner, some muddleheaded ferocious beast that had followed the crowd inside accidentally made a noise.
A certain Bai turned her face slightly, and the Dangling Hair Ornaments beside her temples trembled with a soft rustle. Her gaze frightened the ferocious beast into shuddering violently.
The dragons in front regretted having run too fast and charged to the very front.
Being watched by that gaze felt awful.
Bai Moulong was a little angry. Yet that faintly resentful, indignant expression only lent an alluring beauty to the corners of her brows and eyes that no powder or rouge could ever paint.
She swept her eyes around.
Her fierce dragon might pressed down upon the mighty experts, leaving them afraid to lift their heads.
The Phoenix Clan members were especially conspicuous. They understood etiquette and were steady enough. Look at Rong Ru—her attire and posture were proper and elegant, a delight to behold.
With a flick of her sleeve, she turned and returned to the dragon throne, sitting down properly.
After some thought,