Ji Huang, One of the Nine-Life Incarnations

"Big Brother Azure Dragon, long time no see."

Seeing the sheer cliff before him, Lu Bei thought it was rather fitting and immediately greeted her with great enthusiasm.

Azure Dragon fiddled with her mask without saying a word.

The atmosphere was off, so Zhao Yan Ye decisively withdrew.

Azure Dragon had just said that the struggle between the Mighty Chu and Xuanlong had already ended. Someone had stepped forward on Xuanlong's behalf, and she would not interfere any further. If the two nations had another dispute in the future, Zhao Yan Ye did not need to come looking for her, much less go to the Great Xia Holy Land to complain. Whoever stood up for Xuanlong was the one he should seek to arbitrate.

There had been profound meaning in every word, and Zhao Yan Ye had been terrified by what he heard. He had hurriedly gone to fetch Lu Bei.

"What a poor sense of loyalty. You ran off just like that. With your abilities, how hard would it be to splash her with blood?"

Lu Bei curled his lips and cheerfully said to Azure Dragon, "Look at Xuan's brain. The noble forgets things easily. He thought he was still fooling around beneath Big Brother Azure Dragon, but now I suppose I should call you Little Qing."

As he spoke, he sighed nostalgically about the past, rambling on about how he had finally risen above his circumstances, how he had failed to cherish the past and could never return to his old home, and how Azure Dragon's lap was too small to contain him.

One man carried the atmosphere, forcibly turning it into a joyous occasion.

Azure Dragon remained silent. Only after Lu Bei had grown tired of talking did she slowly say, "Are you finished? If you are,