How had this oaf from Chu Kingdom ended up in Linzi?!
What was he pretending this was their first meeting for?!
Who in Chao Wendao Heavenly Palace didn't know that masked, armored drake was him?!
Little Bao Xuanjing dangled in midair, struggling like a chick flapping its wings. He could only watch helplessly as that graceful figure swayed away into the distance, so light and nimble... vanishing into the sea of people.
Like a white lotus disappearing into a sea of lotus leaves stretching to the sky.
How hateful!
"Stop... stop!"
"Let go of our young master!"
"Do you know he is the precious son of the Earl of Shuofang's estate?!"
"Patrol Inspection Office, send someone! Guards! Where are the guards?!"
The clamor of the maids and servants was meaningless; it could not even carry beyond this alley. They wanted to rush forward and save their master, but they could not even get close.
Zhongli Yan was, after all, a Martial Dao True Person. Wiping out a nation alone would be no great feat for him; knocking someone out in a narrow alley was something he could not possibly botch.
Bao Xuanjing wore a miserable expression. "What are you doing?!"
Before him stood two people, one tall and one short.
The one baring his teeth in a fierce laugh was Zhongli Yan. The one with thoroughly proper expression and attire was Zhuge Zuo.
"My lord, don't we still have matters to attend to?" Zhuge Zuo, draped in shamanic robes, tugged at Zhongli Yan's sleeve.
He desperately wanted to leave. Bullying a child was too humiliating. He was already twelve, while Bao Xuanjing was only eight. How could they lay hands on Bao Xuanjing?
Besides, their mission was overseas. The Zhongli fellow had insisted on stopping in Linzi for supplies, though