Chapter 841: A Storm Is Brewing
Deep within the Imperial Palace.
Zhang Sanxian sat upright in the center, while Qiu Fangzheng and Du Mingfeng stood respectfully at either side.
The personal disciples stood farther away with their heads lowered, each holding their breath and focusing their spirit.
Yet those few female disciples could not help themselves; their gazes drifted from time to time toward that peerlessly handsome Patriarch.
Naturally, Zhang Sanxian noticed their stares, but he did not care in the slightest.
He was a grown man. If they wanted to look, then let them look—it would not cost him a piece of flesh.
Zhang Sanxian tapped the armrest with his fingertips and murmured, "The Starsea Warlords—blockading Xian Star—heh~ just a pack of vermin."
Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, ripples spread through the space beside him.
Buzz—
The Star Shuttle Baby Sword appeared, and a figure flew out from within—it was Meng Fusheng.
"Boss, I've been playing single-player games in there for thousands of years. I was practically suffocating—"
Meng Fusheng began loudly complaining the moment he emerged, but before he could finish, his eyes landed on Zhang Sanxian. His whole body instantly froze, his eyes widening round as he stammered, "Boss! Y-you-you—how did you become such a ridiculously handsome bastard?!"
The moment the word "bastard" left his mouth, the female disciples in the hall bristled like cats whose tails had been stepped on.
"How dare you!"
The cool, regal beauty's willow brows shot up. "You dare speak so disrespectfully to the Patriarch?!"
The big-breasted loli flushed crimson with rage and snapped in a sweet voice, "Where did this savage come from?! Clean up that filthy mouth of yours!"
The charming mature beauty's face also frosted over. "Insolent! How dare your foul words defile the Patriarch's immortal bearing!"