The girl's blush said it all.
The First God Cult's Candidate Holy Son was Zhang Yuan!
He had recognized her long ago.
No wonder Xiao Yuanjun had been so slow to act. Master and disciple had teamed up to toy with her, the outsider, while she had been trying to find a way to escape. She had even been about to call for Zhang Yuan.
Thankfully, she had not called out, or she really would have disgraced herself beyond measure.
Tan Chengcheng was furious.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuan was just about to tease Tan Chengcheng when the corner of his eye twitched. He suddenly noticed that the already dim sky was now thick with dark clouds, without a single glimmer of starlight. Thunder rumbled incessantly. A downpour seemed imminent.
A Celestial Person was stirring the winds and clouds.
Brother Qin?
Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes. Ahead, he glimpsed flashes of lightning and electric arcs, a long streak of azure lightning forming a single horizontal stroke in the night.
Without betraying anything, Zhang Yuan lightly patted Tan Chengcheng's shoulder and said softly:
"Eldest Princess, go home first. There will be some trouble shortly."
Tan Chengcheng had been about to erupt and denounce Zhang Yuan. Hearing this, she could not help looking up at him. Seeing his grave expression, she realized that trouble really was coming and that this was no time to fool around. Still angry, she silently nodded.
"Be careful."
Leaving those two words behind, Tan Chengcheng pushed open the door and went inside.
Zhang Yuan looked at Xiao Yuanjun, considered briefly, and said:
"Master, you should go back too. I can handle this alone."
"All right."
Xiao Yuanjun asked no further questions. If Zhang Yuan said he could handle it alone, then he certainly could.
Pestering him with questions