At the same time.
On the other side of Ancestral Dragon Hall.
You Ruhui, Xuan Guangyun, and Chaowu Zhenchi, Quan Wuzhong, were currently speaking in a Taixu secret chamber that no one could find.
"Even though it's a phantom of little Guangyun from over a hundred years ago, the taste is still more or less the same."
When You Ruhui released Xuan Guangyun's blood-shadow incarnation from her Grotto-Heaven, the girl watched in astonishment as her father was seized by the collar by that blue-haired Zhenchi Dragon Girl, dragged before her, and given a hard lick. "Mm, pure. It's your own blood! This is the taste!"
"Don't start grabbing and licking the moment you come over. Back off!"
Ordinarily, Xuan Guangyun would have let it slide. He had long grown accustomed to the peculiar ways his Demon Race companions like Jin Yanhua and Quan Wuzhong communicated. But this time was different—his daughter was right beside him, so he resisted fiercely.
Unfortunately, resistance was useless.
Only after Quan Wuzhong had seized him and thoroughly tested him was Xuan Guangyun released. And Quan Wuzhong did not spare You Ruhui either, grabbing her and vigorously rubbing her cheeks. "Oh, little Mingjing, do you know, when you were little..."
"When I was little, you held me too, right?"
You Ruhui was nearly numb to it by now. Her father's circle of acquaintances was simply too vast—Jin Yanhua, Quan Wuzhong, Gu Yunzhi, Yanxia... it seemed as though every single person on his side had held her before.
But on second thought, it was not strange—if Xuan Guangyun had not been so well-connected, how could he have undertaken such great endeavors?
Yet Quan Wuzhong shook her head. "No, I never held you. I licked you."
You Ruhui: "?"
"She nearly ate you." Xuan Guangyun shook his blood-shadow