"Hm?"
Zhang Yuan paused, his gaze shifting toward the thing that had just rolled twice across the ground.
The sky was especially dark tonight, thick with black clouds and devoid of moonlight. Still, something as trivial as seeing in the dark was hardly a challenge for a Foundation Establishment Celestial. He easily made out what lay on the ground.
It was a head.
A head with Tan Chengcheng's face.
Zhang Yuan frowned slightly and turned his gaze back to the Tan Chengcheng he was restraining. After briefly sensing her karma, surprise flickered in his eyes.
Oh, she really was the genuine article.
Zhang Yuan quietly released his grip and chuckled. "What is the meaning of this, Princess? Why are you kneeling on the ground? Please, get up. A commoner like me cannot accept such a grand gesture. It would shave years off my life."
Tan Chengcheng rose from the ground and stood straight. At Zhang Yuan's words, the corners of her eyes twitched violently.
What did he mean by that?
Was he deliberately provoking her?
"I should be asking you what you mean. Are you planning to rebel as well?" Tan Chengcheng asked in a low voice, displeasure evident in both her tone and inflection.
Zhang Yuan laughed it off. "I'm just a minor cultivator from the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm. How would I dare rebel on a Divine Master's turf? You think far too highly of me, Princess."
Who could have guessed that the impostor had barely left the room before Tan Chengcheng took his head? She had struck too quickly, without making a sound. Without calculating the karma in detail, mistaking her for the impostor was perfectly understandable.
He really could not be blamed for this.
Tan Chengcheng gave a cold chuckle.
Did he really not dare?
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