"Heh heh, otherwise, how did you think they'd casually let us in here for a tryst?" I teased. Zi Jiang immediately let out a cold snort of displeasure. Just then, several figures drifted down, each wearing a solemn expression. Some looked at Zi Jiang, while others looked at me.
"Not done yet?" one of the young men asked coldly. I remembered this fellow. During the testing, he had obtained mid-grade first-tier aptitude and been selected as a Qiongtian Immortal by Heavenly Dao. His name seemed to be Hao Lang.
Zi Jiang did not answer. Her posture clearly told him to see for himself.
"What? You think becoming the Sect Master's disciple and having upper-grade second-tier aptitude means you can avoid us? Have you even thought about how you managed to stand here? If it weren't for us, would you have had the chance? Now you're quite something, aren't you? You don't even intend to listen to me, Hao Lang? Do you even know who my father is?" Hao Lang seemed to be the leader among the Qiongtian Immortals selected by Heavenly Dao. Seeing Zi Jiang ignore him, he immediately curled his lips into a smile, walked over, raised his hand, and slapped at her.
Though Zi Jiang remained silent, she clearly seemed rather wary of these Qiongtian Immortals selected by Heavenly Dao. When his palm came sweeping toward her, she could obviously have dodged, yet she merely turned her face aside, preparing to take the blow head-on.
But I was standing beside Zi Jiang. How could I let him hurt her? I grabbed Hao Lang's hand directly. "Well, well, the crown prince himself, is he? You just attack without a word? Don't you know how to show a little tenderness to a beauty?"
Seeing me seize his hand, Hao Lang