He directly interrupted Qi Xingyu’s voice: "Hey, Senior Mu!"
Qi Xingyu’s voice paused, and he quickly turned his head to look, but there was no sign of Mu Qingyue.
He let out a sigh of relief and was about to continue speaking when Zhao Shize had already moved to a distance, and the space around him had become empty.
"Are you guys friends? Are you, are you..."
Qi Xingyu shouted, while in the teahouse, Zhu Nanzhi stared at Mu Qingyue and spoke again: "Why does Master call husband ’Jin’an’?"
Mu Qingyue did not respond, she’d heard this question so many times it was becoming tiresome. Zhu Nanzhi had been pondering it all night and wouldn’t stop talking about it even while sleeping.
Why was she so fixated on this question?
Isn’t this just a kind of nickname an elder might use for a younger one?
Despite having explained it many times, Zhu Nanzhi just refused to believe it... Where did this woman get so much suspicion from!
"Before, Master used to just call him by his name, but suddenly she calls him ’Jin’an’, I think..."
"It’s not your place to think!" Mu Qingyue coldly cut off Zhu Nanzhi’s voice, and wearing a brand new black Ru shirt and a black-gold horse-faced skirt, she leapt out of the window: "The Grotto Heaven is about to open."
"Can’t you let me finish? Isn’t husband also your Junior Brother..."
Zhu Nanzhi muttered, dressed in a pure white Jiao Ling Ruqun embroidered with blue cloud patterns, following after her.
Above Mist River, a gold-red vortex with a diameter of only three meters emitted a strange brilliance, the light so strong that it cut off the flow of Mist River, and then the gold-red light filled in the river’s trench, allowing people to stand upon it smoothly.
After a short while, figures from both the Human and Demon Clans stood on it facing each other, and the spiritual power and demon energy with the same origin but different paths had begun their first clash.
Zhu Nanzhi returned to the Qingmiao Palace’s formation, slightly lost as she looked at the sky.
Mu Qingyue lowered her head and gently stroked the Morning and Dusk sword sheath, pursing her lips in silence.
"Yo, exactly three hundred people, why not send out four hundred? Are you admitting you’re lower than us?" Wo Mo from the Kailan Beef Tribe exclaimed: "That’s very considerate."
Jiang Wuya remained expressionless, while Zhao Shize had already taken out a fragrant big meat bun and threw it towards Wo Mo, and then took out another for himself.
"Have a taste." Zhao Shize said flatly, "Peace shall only be at this moment."
"So obedient." Wo Mo laughed heartily, "Zhao Shize, I’ll give you some face today."
As soon as he said that, he took a big bite of the meat bun, and after chewing a few times, his expression froze.
Zhao Shize leisurely took a bite at this point, looking content, "Not bad, right? Kailan Beef cabbage filling, my favorite."
He had specially asked the canteen chef to prepare this, enough to overshadow the initial taste of the Kailan Beef in the meat bun.
Wo Mo spat out the meat bun with a grimace, feeling it wasn’t enough, he stuck a finger in his throat to vomit, while the laughter from the Human Clan, and even opposing Demon Clan groups made his expression even uglier.
Zhao Shize finished eating the meat bun with a few bites and patted his belly: "I specifically asked our cook, this Kailan Beef is probably your first cousin elder, how’s the taste?"
Wo Mo panted heavily, his eyes red as if he was about to eat someone.
Before he could speak, Qi Xingyu slapped Zhao Shize on the shoulder: "So fun and you didn’t share with me? Are there any more meat buns? Fish, bear, Roc, Dragon meat, whatever’s available, quick, quick, quick... let me play around too, play around..."
The Mist River was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Wo Mo suddenly roared, "Moo——", his eyes bloodshot and about to speak, when he was suddenly slapped backward.
"Disgraceful thing." Three young men stepped forward, all from the Demon Clan Royal Court’s bloodline other than Chebei Demon Saint.
Nine-tailed Fierce Tiger Lu Wu, Green-eyed Fire Lion, Iron-Backed Bear.
Yun Lan clasped his hands behind him: "Can’t your Wandao Sect’s Lu Jin’an come?"
"A little lion like you dare to talk to our Senior Brother?" Zhao Shize spat, "What about that one behind you who’s keeping quiet... oh, he’s not worthy either."
Yun Lan chuckled noncommittally: "That blind dead man from your Wandao Sect came this time, so Lu Jin’an was afraid of being overshadowed and didn’t dare to come?"
The youth next to him, as burly as a bear, laughed along: "And that Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace, right? First time entering the Grotto Heaven, don’t be so scared that you just sit on the ground crying without moving, huh."
"Enough, the two of you stop talking." Lu Wu’s bloodline, Ming Yuan, glanced at the Grotto Heaven about to open and said to Jiang Wuya in a plain tone: "You all discuss it, we have three more slots."
The three Demon Monarchs took turns speaking, with Ming Yuan especially giving orders in a commanding tone.
Ming Yuan smiled at Jiang Wuya: "Time is limited, can you make a decision? Or is Lu Jin’an coming?
Or should you and I have a match to decide?"
At this moment, it was not yet the Si Hour, some mist lingered in the air, like rain threads.
Space rules shone, entwined with sword light, spanning a distance in the blink of an eye like a shooting star.
’Delayed a bit, but still on time.’
The figure within the space filled with sword light was naturally Lu Jin’an. He had accidentally become engrossed while contemplating at the Heavenly Chasm Peak. Although he made some progress, by the time he came back to his senses, it was already late.
So, unable to fully integrate the constantly leaking Sword Qi of the ’Broken Realm Realm’ within the domain, Lu Jin’an conserved his spiritual power and sped through the Chang’an Domain using the Flying Boat. After arriving at the Datong Domain, he traversed the space directly.