Lin Ziqing watched that fleeing figure and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Perhaps he ought to lay some proper groundwork for himself.
I, Lin Ziqing, had schemed in the Immortal Realm for so many years, supported so many people, trained so many disciples, and done so much dirty, exhausting work. Couldn't I enjoy myself a little?
Though his looks were ordinary, the name Poetry Immortal was there for all to see.
Yet little did he know that the person Jiang Jingyi spoke of was precisely the Show-off she had been worrying over day and night for so long.
Jiang Jingyi rode the air, flying to a barren, open stretch of land. She suddenly stopped and said leisurely, "What are you still hiding for? Come out."
As her words fell, a fidgety, dog-like figure emerged through the clouds and mist.
Lin Heng scratched his head, wearing an awkward grin. "Female Emperor sis, you found me?"
"( ˙ε ˙ ) You shouldn't have been able to. I hid myself so well—even the Martial Emperor didn't notice me before. How did you find me?"
Jiang Jingyi secretly gritted her teeth. If not for his inner voice being filled with those lewd thoughts—
she would never have stopped so suddenly.
Still, after breaking through in cultivation, his method of concealing his aura had indeed become even more formidable.
Without his inner voice stirring up trouble, she might not have discovered him at all.
The Show-off truly succeeded because of his inner voice, and failed because of it.
He had no secrets, nor any thoughts, to speak of.
"Hmph! You kept following me like that. If this Emperor couldn't discover you, what kind of Female Emperor would I be?"
Jiang Jingyi gave a cold snort, her expression unchanged—calm and aloof, carrying the domineering