"Calm down, calm down!" Meng Chuan took several steps back from the clawing, snarling Ji Lianxing. At the same time, he shot Jiang Daoran and Qingyue a look, asking them to hold her back.
"Lianxing, you..."
"Stay out of it!" Ji Lianxing growled like a tiger, and Jiang Daoran instantly shut his mouth.
That was right. Qingyue hadn't been the one to call her "Lianxing." Jiang Daoran had. Before this, he had always called Ji Lianxing by her full name!
Meng Chuan watched them, a divine gleam flashing through his eyes. He adjusted the corner of his eye, ran through a hundred and eight thousand deductions in his head, and finally reached an answer.
There's a whiff of something going on between them!
Meng Chuan looked at the two of them and chuckled strangely.
Ji Lianxing stopped in her tracks. Her gaze darted away, and for some reason, she felt inexplicably guilty. Jiang Daoran looked awkward. How had he let that slip...
"Sit down, sit down. Watch the competition!" Meng Chuan gave the order and sat first, even winking at Jiang Daoran.
From the outside, though, all four of them had been watching the competition attentively the entire time. Who would have imagined that a Heavenly Emperor and three Quasi-Emperors would do such a thing in broad daylight?
As expected, the winner of the Ji Family's Saint division was the Saint Meng Chuan had offered a few pointers to. His combat strength was indeed quite good for a Saint.
When the competition ended, rewards were handed out and audiences granted. The results had put Ji Lianxing in a fairly good mood, so she met the winner of each division.
Meng Chuan and the others did not leave immediately. They stayed to watch Ji Lianxing display her Majesty as family head.