Just then!
A disdainful voice rang out.
"Fellow Daoist, you too have come to seek the protection of the two True Lords. Why speak such arrogant nonsense?"
The speaker was a young man clad in a moon-white robe, his face full of displeasure as he looked at Cheng Buzheng.
Cheng Buzheng had noticed earlier that, whenever the man looked at Fairy Lishui, a trace of burning desire lay hidden deep in his eyes.
This Golden Core cultivator was one of the cultivators led by True Lord Hanyue.
At those words, Cheng Buzheng frowned, ignoring this fellow who sought to climb the high branches.
Of course, whether they were the Golden Core cultivators led by True Lord Hanyue or those led by True Lord Mingxiang, most harbored the same thoughts toward Fairy Lishui and Jiang Siling.
Cheng Buzheng cast a sidelong glance at the two incomparably graceful True Lords in the distance.
He knew that although they were some distance away, the commotion here could not possibly escape the eyes and ears of the two Nascent Soul True Lords.
Though it had only been a hurried glance, Cheng Buzheng saw that neither True Lord cared in the slightest.
Clearly, the two True Lords did not take the affairs of juniors to heart.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng directly found an empty spot and sat down cross-legged.
When the Golden Core cultivator saw that Cheng Buzheng—dressed in a black robe and wearing a conical hat—treated him as though he were thin air, rage surged within him!
Even so, he made no move.
After all, this was not some deserted wilderness.
Yet a gloomy gleam flashed deep within his eyes. He gave Cheng Buzheng a long look, then began conversing with his companions.
It was as if the anger in his heart had scattered