On a bustling street.
Wang Hao held Qingqing and cried loudly, his hand naturally settling on Qingqing's round backside.
Passersby pointed at the two of them, and discussions erupted all around.
"Young people these days are impossible to understand!"
"Exactly! They were fighting like their lives depended on it just a moment ago, and now they're hugging each other."
"Couldn't they go home if they wanted to hug!? Doing it in the street—what has the world come to!?"
"Keep your voice down. That woman is God Emperor Qinghe's daughter."
"Oh my, it really is her!"
"Didn't they say Qingqing was a well-behaved girl!? How could she be like this too!?"
"Who knows? Women have always been fickle!"
"..."
Qingqing's pretty face suddenly flushed red, and she shoved Wang Hao away.
Wang Hao muttered, "You wouldn't even let me hold you for one minute. What a stingy little thing."
"You..."
Qingqing was driven mad with anger. This bastard truly had not changed at all. He was still so shameless that she wanted to slap him to death.
"Make way, make way..."
At that moment, a commotion rose from the distance.
Wang Hao turned to look and saw a group of people forcibly shoving through the crowd. They wore silver-white armor, and every one of them had reached the Upper God level.
Soon, a thin young man with sharply defined features approached.
"Whoosh..."
The entire crowd erupted. Everyone retreated, keeping their distance from the young man.
Wang Hao asked curiously, "Who is this guy!? Why is everyone so afraid of him!?"
Qingqing frowned. "He is Jialan Chief God's son, Yue Tian, the infamous tyrant of the Jialan Domain."
"A tyrant!?"
Wang Hao turned to glance at Xiao Bai on his shoulder. If he remembered correctly, Xiao Bai had a nickname: Tyrant Xiao