"Void Sage Fang!" Lei Zhongmo nodded slightly, offering a token salute to the Void Sage. A few streaks of frost silvered his temples, but rather than making him look old, they lent him an air of scholarly elegance. As he spoke, however, a flash of delight crossed his face that he could not conceal.
Ao Xuan swayed beside Lei Zhongmo, white mist swirling around her. When it dispersed, a ******** dressed in red appeared at his side. She stood a head taller than Lei Zhongmo and had strikingly beautiful features, but her upturned brows and high cheekbones gave her a fierce look.
"Literary Star Dragon Noble, why aren't you attempting the Dragon Gate Ascension?" Ao Xuan asked with an unabashed smile.
Lei Zhongmo coughed softly.
As though she had not heard her husband's cough, Ao Xuan continued, "Void Sage Fang, with your talents, you ought to be standing before the Ninth Dragon Gate by now. Why are you still lingering here? My husband is about to surpass you. Hmm, I should say he is about to surpass you for the second time. It seems you aren't invincible after all."
Ao Qingyue snorted, and the river churned. "Ao Xuan, I advise you to keep your hands out of Fang Yun's affairs! If you're trying to take revenge on Ao Yuwei, you'd better not overstep!"
Surprise crossed Fang Yun's face. He looked at Ao Qingyue, then at the other members of the Water Race, and noticed a flicker in some of their eyes, as though they knew something.
Both Ao Xuan's and Lei Zhongmo's expressions shifted subtly. Lei Zhongmo recovered at once, but Ao Xuan hooked her arm through her husband's and fixed Ao Qingyue with a dark stare. "Ao Qingyue, if you keep speaking so insolently and trying to ruin our