The clamor of the coronation ceremony and the grand spectacle of ten thousand beasts paying homage finally came to an end. The guests were properly arranged in the various side halls to rest and prepare for the following celebratory banquet.
Mo Lin, the newly minted "Dragon Emperor's Empress," almost immediately dragged Zi Yan away from the highly watched platform as though fleeing for his life, heading straight for the viewing seats where the Artifact Refining Sect members were gathered.
The moment he entered the area, Mo Lin felt countless teasing, amused, and mischievous gazes converge upon him. He took a deep breath and tried his best to remain composed, but the faint discomfort on his face still betrayed his feelings.
"Oh? Isn't this our esteemed 'Empress'? Why aren't you up there accepting the worship of ten thousand beasts? What brings you to our little corner?"
Ya Fei was the first to speak. Swaying her water-snake waist, she walked forward, her seductive peach-blossom eyes circling over Mo Lin's excessively extravagant ceremonial attire. The teasing in her voice practically overflowed.
"Fei'er!" Mo Lin's old face flushed red as he shot her an annoyed glare. This girl always loved stirring up trouble.
"Hehehe..." Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter.
Qing Lin even skipped over, her emerald eyes curiously examining Mo Lin's outfit. Giggling, she said, "Brother Mo Lin, your clothes are so pretty! They're even shinier than Sister Zi Yan's dragon robe!"
Mo Lin's mouth twitched. He felt like he was about to die from embarrassment.
Yun Yun stepped forward, still as aloof and ethereal as ever, though a gentle smile hid deep in her eyes. She lightly straightened Mo Lin's slightly rumpled collar from his "escape" and said softly, "Thanks for the