Just as everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion, Leng Xiyue impatiently shooed Ma Hongjun away, then walked over to Dai Mubai.
"Do you know that you still have a fiancée?"
As the saying went, never let something happen a third time. This was only Dai Mubai's first visit, and Ma Hongjun had led him astray. According to Oscar, he had also trained very diligently over the past week, so once Leng Xiyue calmed down, she felt it would be better to try salvaging him first.
Dai Mubai was stunned. "Big Sister Xiyue, how did you know?"
Leng Xiyue chuckled. "You have the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, you're twelve years old, and you're at rank thirty-one. You must come from the imperial family, and from its direct line at that. That standing is certainly enough to have a childhood betrothal arranged with the Hell Spirit Cat Family."
The Star Luo Empire had never conferred any princely titles, because every generation of emperors had to fight to the death, ultimately leaving only a single heir in each generation. With no brothers of the emperor, there were naturally no princely titles.
Thus, even Dai Mubai's future hereditary title would only be that of a duke. Beyond that, there seemed to be some hidden Star Luo clansmen serving as covert operatives, but they did not participate in the competition and held no public titles, serving only the emperor.
"Nothing really gets past you, Big Sister Xiyue." Dai Mubai could not help smiling bitterly. Leng Xiyue always gave him the impression that she knew everything. Not only did she know the continent's situation like the palm of her hand, but the things at her disposal were also terrifying. The sight of that single cannon shot killing a Soul Emperor was still vivid before his eyes.