Only He Was Worthy

Ye Qiu smiled.

"There's no need for the two elders to be so surprised, is there? I'm only at rank 80. I'm still nothing in front of you."

"Brat, has anyone ever told you how badly you need a beating?" Ghost Douluo stared at Ye Qiu. If only he had a suitable excuse, he would have shown Ye Qiu exactly why flowers were so red!

He was just too infuriating...

"Well done, kid. I never expected you to reach this level so quickly! I knew I hadn't misjudged you." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Ye Qiu with amazement and placed a hand on his shoulder. In a coquettish voice, he asked, "I wonder, how is the owner of the Lovesick Heartbroken Red who's been by your side?"

Ye Qiu couldn't help but smile. Chrysanthemum Douluo truly loved flowers to the very core; he even extended that affection to those connected to them.

"Elder Ju, don't worry. Xiao Wu has already broken through to Soul Saint."

"Hiss—! A Soul Saint. It's hard to even imagine."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were astonished again.

Compared to Ye Qiu and Xiao Wu, these so-called geniuses were utterly insignificant.

"Enough, Yue Guan. If you've got nothing to do, stop prying, and keep your hands to yourself." With a sharp smack, Ling Yuan Douluo knocked Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand away in annoyance. She had finally found happiness; she couldn't let that dead sissy Chrysanthemum Guan ruin it.

"Tsk." Chrysanthemum Douluo withdrew his hand with an odd expression.

Ling Yuan grabbed Ye Qiu by the arm and urged him, "You little rascal, since His Holiness told you to wait at his residence, get over there right away!"

"Sure." Ye Qiu replied casually, letting Ling Yuan lead him away. Looking back, he waved to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.