Tie Zhan chimed in as well:
"That's right, that's right. You look so young, Your Majesty."
Ling Yuan Douluo was amused by the two jesters, and her smile deepened:
"Only children know how to talk. Unlike Mo Yuan, whose words are far too rigid."
Mo Yuan didn't take the bait. He simply raised his gaze upward in silence, staring at the ceiling of the lounge as if something extraordinary lay hidden up there.
Yun Yan watched from the side with a chuckle, choosing not to expose him as she warmly greeted the group:
"Let's go, all of you to the training ground. Let Mo Yuan accompany you for a spar."
The group filed out in succession and arrived at the training ground.
Under Ling Yuan Douluo's watchful gaze, the seven members of the Sun Never Sets Team didn't dare show the slightest slackness. They gave it their all, pushing their soul skills and team coordination to the absolute limit.
Lin Chen coordinated from the center, Zhu Zhuqing weaved and darted through the gaps, Bai Ning controlled the battlefield, and Tie Zhan and Li Jiaojiao met the enemy head-on. Everyone put their strengths on full display, their transitions between offense and defense executed with tacit understanding as their momentum surged like a rainbow.
In this match, the seven of them brought out the full fruits of their recent training.
The radiance of soul skills crisscrossed the training ground. Shouts and collisions echoed without a single pause, kicking up dust even at the edges of the arena.
Seven people, seven positions, each performing their duties. The shifts between advance and retreat possessed an indistinct, structured rhythm.
Ling Yuan Douluo's gaze quickly locked onto the four-tailed fox at Lin Chen's side.
It was actually a detached martial soul. The four-tailed fox was bathed