"Keep running your mouth. Hurry up and greet her. This is your Aunt Snow!" Jiang Siming snapped, glaring at Tang Wutong.
"Aunt Snow!" Cowed by his tyranny, Tang Wutong could only obediently give in. She bent slightly toward the Snow Empress and spoke.
The Snow Empress smiled at Tang Wutong. It was already no easy thing for the other party to accept her, and the Snow Empress had no other improper hopes. After all, in the Snow Empress's eyes, Tang Wutong's status was simply far too noble.
Because of Jiang Siming's sudden arrival, the originally somewhat silent atmosphere abruptly split into two extremes. Jiang Siming's side seemed extremely cheerful, while Huo Yuhao's side seemed rather awkward and quiet.
Jiang Siming and the Snow Empress flirted and bickered, Tang Wutong even livening things up for them from time to time, while Jian Tongming sat quietly off to the side, eating roasted meat and watching the show.
In such an atmosphere, even Huo Yuhao felt a little jealous. How had joy disappeared? Why did it feel as though the whole world was biased toward Jiang Siming? It was as if whenever this man appeared, everyone else became dim and colorless.
Perhaps only someone like him could have risen straight to the pinnacle in that incomparably glorious Ten Gods Era, surpassing everyone and becoming an undying legend. Even today, ten thousand years later, no one could overshadow his brilliance!
In a secret chamber within Shrek Academy.
"Xiaoyao, you promised me you wouldn't get involved in the continent's affairs anymore," Mu En said in a low voice as he looked at Long Xiaoyao, who sat opposite him. Beneath the swaying, pallid lamplight, Mu En's complexion was also somewhat ashen. Clearly, the injuries Mu En had suffered not long ago in his great battle against