Realizing he had let something slip, the Azure Emperor looked slightly awkward and glanced guiltily at Uncle Luo.
"Haha, well... I just remembered I have something to do..." Noticing Uncle Luo's icy stare, the Azure Emperor felt an inexplicable stab of panic.
Luo Yan rose and walked toward him, his face livid. "What could possibly be more important than your own affairs? As it happens, that junior of mine is here too. You two should meet!
"Little Qing, surely you wouldn't want to disappoint me?"
The Azure Emperor: "..."
"Of course not! Uncle Luo, you should know better than anyone what sort of man I am!"
A long while later, Luo Yixian entered the Seventh Floor, carrying a bandage-wrapped figure in one hand. Her expression was cold, her white dress fluttering.
No one dared stop her. Leaving aside her standing in the Luo Family, in terms of strength alone, unless the Ancestor intervened, even her grandfather, Luo Feng-the Luo Family's Clan Chief and its only Saint-could not last three exchanges against her.
Luo Yixian could be called the Luo Family's newfound hope, the one most likely to attain the Dao in the future. She was hailed as the descendant whose eventual achievements might come closest to the Ancestor's!
From birth, Luo Yixian had grown up cherished by the Luo Family's elders. Unlike Luo Tianlin, the Qilin Prodigy they had picked up along the way, Luo Yixian was the true "Qilin Maiden" in the eyes of the Luo Family!
Thud!
Luo Yixian casually tossed him aside. Luo Tianlin rolled onto the floor like discarded rubbish, crying out in pain before hastily covering his mouth, afraid to make a racket.
"You're Wan Qing?" Luo Yixian looked at the man in azure beside Luo Yan. A single glance was enough to sense how