Lin Jing lowered her head, embarrassed, and stuck out her tongue.
Maybe this mouth of mine really had been blessed!
"Don't worry, Mu Chen. We still have a chance."
As the Martial Border Little Princess spoke, her slender hand brushed against her left arm.
A simple jade bracelet, carved with countless mysterious runes, encircled her slender, pale wrist.
Back then, on the Shang Continent, when the Martial Border Matriarch Ling Qingzhu had taken her precious daughter home, she had said that her husband, Martial Ancestor, wouldn't let their child leave until she had broken through to Earth Sovereign.
Three years apart, and now they met again. She would surely be seen in a new light.
Mu Chen nodded gravely.
Like Lin Jing, he had a trump card capable of threatening an Earth Sovereign.
"Hehe, you two little rascals really aren't cute at all."
Just as Mu Chen and Lin Jing tensed themselves for battle, a chuckle came from the throne.
The Master of Wind Prefecture stood with his hands behind his back, clad in a long azure robe. He gazed at them with an amused smile, his eyes clear, without a trace of the wicked, blood-red malice that had filled them moments ago.
The earlier burst of evil aura had clearly been a prank by this Heavenly Palace powerhouse.
Mu Chen stared, utterly bewildered, as a string of question marks slowly formed in his mind.
Master of Wind Prefecture, you're such a prankster. Does your Heavenly Emperor know?
He lifted a hand, and the azure feather fan hovering in midair, along with the ancient scroll encircled by countless tiny, dark-green wind vortices, swept down into his grasp.
Seeing this, Mu Chen and Lin Jing finally relaxed.
In the Great Thousand World, spiritual artifacts were divided into four grades: Spirit Artifacts,