Enough, enough!
Emperor Jing panted in a rage and waved his hand.
Postpone, postpone, the Roaming Dragon List Contest had happened so many times throughout history, but it was never postponed. Why was it that when it was Eastern Ling’s turn, it would be so troublesome.
Emperor Jing had thought of changing the judge, but when he asked the other powerful families, those heads of families, the powerful characters, all weren’t at home! So, Emperor Jing could only wait.
Fortunately, Grandmaster Rong Yun always kept his word.
The day before the competition, after finally arriving slowly, it’s time for the Roaming Dragon list feast to start.
Southern Mountains.
When Su Luo saw Grandmaster Rong Yun, happiness showed up in her eyes. She pursed her lips into a smile:
Master, you finally came back, if you hadn’t, Uncle Nangong would have dispatched people to kidnap me.
Grandmaster Rong Yun was dressed all in white, his long body slim and graceful. His face was like the mid-autumn moon, gentle as jade, elegant as chrysanthemum, his noble refined taste simply made people suffocate. But this slim figure actually had the strength to stand at the peak among humans.
Grandmaster Rong Yun looked at Su Luo and smiled faintly, in a gentle and low voice, he asked:
Is your body completely healed?
His always said it in an even manner that was gentle and indolent, the tone was indescribably pleasant sounding.
Su Luo ran up to him and grabbed his arm, bringing up her right wrist, she giggled and said:
Master, you have a look, look for yourself if I’m healed or not?
Grandmaster Rong Yun cast a sideways glance at Su Luo, his pitch-black eyes were like the thick brush strokes in an ink painting, and nodded slightly:
Recovery is not bad, really a delicious piece of sweet scented fat meat.
Grandmaster Rong Yun pinched Su Luo’s protruding cheeks, and turned his lips up slightly in a spoiling smile.
Rong Yun didn’t smile much, but when he smiled, it gave off a gentle beauty, with no adjectives in the world to describe it. Simply beautiful enough to make people foolish.
Su Luo just looked at him with stupefied eyes, in the end, she was lifted away by Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun’s arms extended out and put Su Luo behind him, he then cast a sidelong glance at Grandmaster Rong Yun:
Grandmaster is worthy of the title, coming so late and still having the time for small talk here.
Nangong Liuyun.
Su Luo pulled at his sleeve secretly. How could he be so rude to Master!
Nangong Liuyun let Su Luo pull on his sleeve until it almost broke off and still didn’t look at her, only, his face became more overcast.
The corner of Grandmaster Rong Yun’s mouth gracefully raised. His thin long fingers hooked towards Su Luo:
Come to your Master’s side.
Master gave an order, disciple wouldn’t dare disobey ah. Therefore, Su Luo pushed Nangong Liuyun aside and eagerly ran to Grandmaster Rong Yun’s side.
This side, Nangong Liuyun couldn’t pull her back, and his face immediately became black as the ash at the bottom of a pot, so heavy that water could almost drip out.
His pitch-black hair which fell downwards, now stood up straight by the roots. His hands firmly clenched into fists, emitting bone-cracking sounds.
On the other side, Grandmaster Rong Yun led Su Luo and talked as if no one else was present.
He was just that beautiful, every movement was highly elegant, graceful to the extreme. His strength was unfathomable, making people’s heart feel uncertain.
Su Luo didn’t notice Nangong Liuyun’s black pot-like face. Right now, she and her master sat on a soft couch side by side, softly and smilingly telling him what happened.
Master always had a stern face before, so Su Luo was used to his cold detachment. Suddenly, Master became so amiable, Su Luo naturally wanted to grab this opportunity ah.
Now, Su Luo’s speech was exultant, and full of vigor.
Compared to Nangong Liuyun’s ashen and angry face, the difference was very obvious.
Finally, Grandmaster Rong Yun pinched Su Luo’s small arms and furrowed his beautiful eyebrows:
Still such little strength?
