"So this is Luo Tianlin! What a fine-looking young man, a dragon among men!" Ye Fan's son, Ye Yishui, said.
Black Emperor curled his lip. "Woof, woof! A dragon among men, my ass! He's a scourge, the kind that lives to plague the world for a thousand years!"
Luo Yan smiled.
In this later era, aside from the three Quasi-Immortal Emperors, Black Emperor and the others had not been affected by the past.
Ye Qingxian was one of only two people who had heard her grandfather call this fellow "Uncle Luo" himself. Seeing him walk over now, she felt awkward beyond words.
Dragon Horse continued to grin without a care. He couldn't be bothered with any of that!
"What happened inside the immortal mountain? Did Father make a move?" Ye Yishui asked.
Luo Yan's expression grew slightly unnatural. "The Heavenly Emperor and I hit it off at first sight. We were discussing the Dao earlier. There's no need to be alarmed. Nothing serious happened. You can all leave!"
Black Emperor naturally did not believe him. After all, the wounds covering Luo Yan were far too obvious, and the Heavenly Emperor had left them.
But since Luo Yan had said that, and the Heavenly Emperor still had not appeared, they could only disperse.
Many had gathered here hoping to catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Emperor. Sadly, they still had not seen him.
The crowd dispersed.
Luo Yan went to the Heavenly Court's cultivation method pavilion.
He knew the way like the back of his hand, having come here countless times before.
Following the directions, Luo Yan soon reached the eighth floor, which housed all manner of fragmentary ancient methods.
This was one of the Heavenly Court's most important sites. This floor held powerful Immortal King Arts from across the ages,