Ning Rongrong threw herself toward Long Yichen in delighted surprise.
Bang!
Her head slammed into Qian Renxue, who had suddenly stepped in front of Long Yichen. Ning Rongrong cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
She scrambled up and glared at Qian Renxue indignantly.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Qian Renxue folded her arms across her ample chest and looked down at Ning Rongrong, who was a head shorter than her.
"Knowing him is one thing. Don't get too close."
With that, she ignored Ning Rongrong's furious glare, stepped back, and wrapped her arms around Long Yichen's arm, calmly watching Ning Rongrong's stunned little face.
Behind them, Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and the others all stopped dead in fright, their bodies rigid and tense as they stared at Long Yichen, not daring to breathe.
They had clearly recognized him as Long Aotian, the number one on the Powerhouse Ranking, who had surpassed a God King after just one day of cultivation.
Ning Rongrong eyed Qian Renxue warily, then turned a pitiful gaze toward Long Yichen.
"Brother Yichen, look at her. I just haven't seen you in so long, and this older lady is already snapping at me."
"..." The corner of Long Yichen's mouth twitched.
"Who are you calling old?!" Qian Renxue glared viciously at Ning Rongrong.
"I'm only twenty-two! You little brat, you haven't even finished developing yet. Watch your mouth."
Ning Rongrong ignored her and simply kept looking pitifully at Long Yichen.
But Long Yichen only glanced at her and said flatly:
"Drop the act. We've only met once. We're merely acquaintances, not close enough for you to keep calling me your brother."
Ning Rongrong's little face instantly went white, and she froze in place.
"Let's go." Long Yichen started toward