A man's figure slowly emerged from the void. He had handsome features, raised brows, and an air of authority.
He glanced at Ling Shuang and said irritably, "Little Frost, instead of cultivating on Supreme One Mountain, what are you doing in Dragon City?"
Ling Shuang blinked, then looked at Luo Zheng with a smile. "I'm here to deliver something to someone!"
Although word of Luo Zheng unraveling the great vortex had spread, with Supreme One Mountain's summit standing before it, no more than ten people knew the truth. Naturally, she would not brazenly expose the matter of the fifteen million divine crystals.
She then walked up to Luo Zheng, stuffed the Sumeru Ring into his hand, and winked at him. Then she said, "You took a fancy to that Sword Canon? You could have told me directly. I also picked out a True Meaning Divine Power for you, but I forgot to give it to you..."
A year ago, Ling Shuang had already chosen a True Meaning Divine Power of Dao's Naturalness. But Luo Zheng had not visited the Sea of True Meaning for a long time, and these two visits had both been rushed, so the matter had naturally been delayed.
Qing Bo immediately felt depressed. He had secretly observed that Luo Zheng was definitely not someone who could not afford the price. In all these years, the number of people who had visited the third floor of the True Meaning Sword Pavilion could be counted on one hand. He had finally encountered a wealthy customer, only to have him spirited away by Ling Shuang. How could he be pleased?
"Little Frost, even if your Supreme One Mountain has copies of these Supreme Sword Canons, this is still Dragon City. You can't act like this..." Qing Bo said helplessly.