"I!" Yuan Lenghe froze at once, words catching in her throat. A trace of disbelief appeared on her cold, beautiful face.
She had apparently never expected Li Qingyun to give her so little face, openly provoking and mocking her.
Hadn't this playboy once fallen at my skirt's hem too?
Asking about my ranking—could it be that he wanted to challenge me?
Seeing Yuan Lenghe somewhat embarrassed, the girl called Ling'er hurriedly said with a smile, "Sister Lenghe is stronger than Yuan Haofeng. She ranks seventy-sixth!"
Li Qingyun smiled leisurely. "Seventy-sixth? That is quite a lofty ranking."
His tone and expression made his disdain abundantly clear.
Before Yuan Lenghe could change color and flare up, he cupped his hands toward Yuan Changkong, who was watching the spectacle with a smile. "This Daoist is somewhat weary. I shall go find an empty hall to settle in first. Farewell!"
"Go on, worthy nephew..." Yuan Changkong laughed heartily, watching Li Qingyun drift gracefully out the door.
"That playboy is truly rude!"
The moment he stepped outside, Li Qingyun heard Yuan Lenghe's angry rebuke. He merely shrugged, as though he had heard nothing.
Did she really think this Daoist was still the old Yuan Li Yue, who would hold some utterly self-important woman in his hands and bend over backward to please her?
"If I had not been unwilling to wait, the Treasure Tree opportunity at Five Yun Mountain this time would truly have been snatched away by you!"
Sweeping out with his divine sense, he found an empty hall and made it his temporary lodging.
Aside from the five people in the hall just now, this Abyss Clan heavenly palace actually housed several more Shore Reaching Realm consummate disciples scattered throughout various halls, all waiting for the Treasure Tree Sapling that would not emerge