With Young Master Xuan Chen having made an enemy of him, no one came over to disturb him further.
The others had also read the situation. They knew Nie Yun was probably in a bad mood and had no desire to court trouble.
Nie Yun was more than happy for the peace and quiet. He stood silently in the middle of the great hall, utterly motionless.
Who knew how long passed before he sensed a ripple in the space before him.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
A figure abruptly appeared upon the throne ahead. Her graceful silhouette swayed lightly—it was Di Xuan!
It had to be said that Di Xuan was indeed beautiful. Her figure was tall and slender, her slim waist could be encircled with one hand, and her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her breasts were full and rounded, her skin as white as snow. Every inch of her body was flawless, without a single defect to be found.
Yet Nie Yun had seen her true form with his own eyes. Knowing the filthy body hidden beneath that lovely exterior, he felt no amazement at all—only a wave of nausea.
Could it be that Love Obsessed Dao Venerable saw her true form and was so disgusted that he lost all hope in women? Vomiting three sheng of blood?
He could not help thinking maliciously.
Nie Yun truly could not imagine how Xuanyuan the Great Emperor and Love Obsessed Dao Venerable would feel if they learned that the God Realm's number one beauty, with whom they had once roamed freely, was actually hideous beyond compare.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As his thoughts ran wild, the space before him rippled once more. Several more figures appeared on the thrones one after another.
Nie Yun looked up and saw that