However, that trace of nostalgia lasted only a moment.
A flash of suppressed anger appeared on Anlun's icy little face.
"I was wondering who wanted to wade into this mess."
"So Ron Sorcerer is finally stepping in?"
Luo Mang smiled gently.
"It's been a long time since I last made a move. Every now and then, I ought to find someone to spar with."
His tone was mild, and paired with his current handsome, youthful appearance, he no longer seemed to possess the domineering air of a king from the past.
Yet for some reason, Xu Nan felt that Anlun, a goddess, seemed incomparably humble and insignificant before Luo Mang.
Before he knew it, the scenery around them began to blur.
Even the big shots watching from the sidelines had become impossible for Xu Nan to make out clearly.
But he was not worried.
He had realized long ago that, before his strength had grown enough for him to stand on equal footing with the big shots, he only needed to obediently do his own part.
For example, right now, the only question he needed to seriously consider was—
When should he start singing?
That was right. Xu Nan had already rehearsed the "Sending God Song" dozens of times in his head.
After all, it was a task Luo Mang had specifically assigned him. Xu Nan could not mess it up!
He had to sing his heart out!
He absolutely could not let the Celestial God Kingdom look down on Lost Paradise's new generation of powerhouse vocalists!
Those were all Xu Nan's genuine thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, countless emotions flashed through Anlun's eyes.
She did not seem to care whether she revealed emotions that only mortals possessed.
She simply looked at Luo Mang, moving from frustration and