Such bearing!
Such courage!
Such boldness!
Meng Shenji was filled with admiration.
"Damn impressive. A real man!"
Bai Baoshan shouted softly.
Tang San quickly landed on the ground. "Teacher, are you all right? Your disciple made you worry."
But Teacher had truly looked so cool just now!
A Soul Emperor had defeated a Soul Douluo, and that dragon roar just now had been absolutely awesome.
"It's fine. You weren't at fault."
Shen Qingling rubbed Tang San's head. That affectionate palm always gave Tang San a different kind of warmth.
As expected of Teacher!
And my future father. Once I become strong enough, I'll tell that drunkard father goodbye for good.
Shen Qingling glanced at Yu Luomian's corpse. Not even a single soul bone had dropped. That was truly rather shabby!
"Chief Meng, please have them send the corpse's head to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
After giving his instructions, Shen Qingling took Tang San by the hand and left, while Xiao Wu quickly followed.
"Let's get to work. Looks like we'll be busy."
Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin began dealing with the corpses.
It wasn't as though they feared Yu Yuanzhen. Behind them stood the Empire and His Highness the Crown Prince.
Who would dare touch them?
After returning to the dormitory, Shen Qingling told Tang San and Xiao Wu not to worry before returning to his own room.
Shen Qingling pushed open the door and entered, his gaze sweeping over the bed.
The bedsheet hung halfway down, revealing a pair of long, jade-like legs.
Gu Yuena leaned against the headboard, her hair disheveled and her eyes carrying a hint of lazy haze. The instant she saw him enter, light immediately bloomed in her eyes, turning entirely into adoration as she called softly:
"Husband, you're back."
"Mm." Shen