His Excellency the Venerable Immortal: Strange, why did these words sound… so grating on the ears?
He felt like there was something off about it.
Especially when he noticed Crown Prince Mo next to him sending him a queer look, he couldn't help but glare back at him.
"What are you looking at, let's go!" As Feng Chen gruffly strode toward the passageway to the 14th level, he asked, "Mo Lian, if you've also come, then who's taking care of my little lady?"
Mo Lian swept him an irritable look and promptly turned to walk away.
What your little lady. She was clearly his!
"Eh? Feng Chen, you really aren't letting me down? Feng Chen? Feng?…"
*Thud!* The Peony Immortal felt the wood cocoon around her loosen, and she slid downwards.
