With his wrist gripped, Bei Yan looked at Jun Lin in confusion, only to feel the world spinning around him in an instant.

"Hey, hey, you stinky man, what are you doing? Put me down right now! Don't I have any dignity?! Put me down right now!"

Junlin ignored Bei Yan's loud cries and walked steadily toward his tent.

The celestial soldiers watched in disbelief as their usually awe-inspiring and unapproachable Lord Phoenix calmly and composedly carried a stunningly beautiful woman on his shoulder and walked away... away...

"Pinch me, and I feel like I might still be dreaming."

"No need, I already pinched myself, ouch, it hurts like hell, this is for real!"

"Heavens! Our ancient iron tree is about to bloom!"

"The immortal realm has a worthy successor!"

'

Bei Yan was carried back to his tent by Jun Lin, and the expressions of the people they encountered along the way were absolutely fascinating.

Bei Yan became so shy halfway through that she covered her face with her hands, wailing, "Oh no, what about my reputation!"

Outside a tent, Qingyao, dressed in a pale yellow pleated skirt, had a crack appear on her usually composed and gentle face, and jealousy surged in her watery eyes.

Who is this woman?! How could she allow Junlin to get so close to her?! How could she?!

"Hold the line and don't let anyone in," Junlin coldly ordered the two guards outside the tent.

"Yes, Lord Feng!"

Inside the tent, Junlin put Bei Yan down from his shoulder before sitting down at the table.

He looked completely at ease, as if he hadn't been the one who had just carried Bei Yan.

As soon as Bei Yan was freed, she angrily put her hands on her hips and pointed at Jun Lin, saying, "You stinky man, what are you doing!"

Jun Lin raised a brow and glanced indifferently at Bei Yan with his silver eyes.

Bei Yan's momentum immediately deflated, and he sheepishly withdrew his fingers.

"Sit down." Jun Lin calmly brewed tea, his voice seemingly calm and even, yet Bei Yan inexplicably sensed a dangerous undertone within it.

She sat down opposite Junlin with a particularly cowardly air, and when she realized her actions, she was extremely annoyed. Why did she listen to that jerk like that?!

"Sit down." Jun Lin poured a cup of tea with fluid movements and placed it in front of Bei Yan, saying calmly.

"Oh." He straightened his back instinctively.

"The strange phenomenon in the demon realm just now, was it because of you?" Jun Lin's narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, his face as calm and expressionless as a god's.

Only the slightly tightened fingers beneath the wide embroidered robe betrayed Junlin's emotions.

"Uh...hehehe, would you believe me if I said it wasn't true?" Bei Yan was annoyed, realizing how he had forgotten about this.

What should I do? My identity has been exposed, and my life is in danger!

"The Dragon Royal Family?" No one had come looking for the little guy who had been by his side for so long. He had originally thought that the little guy was just an ordinary dragon.

I never expected it would be the Dragon Clan royal family.

"Um, well, yes, but... I'm just an ordinary dragon, nothing special."

Although they are royalty, they are the kind of people who are extremely unfavored, I swear!

Bei Yan raised three fingers, looking completely confident.

"Really?" Junlin clearly didn't believe it.

"Mmm!" Bei Yan blinked and nodded vigorously.

Junlin chuckled inwardly, a hint of mockery creeping into his silver eyes:

The little guy has transformed and grown up; even his lies have become so smooth and undetectable. Not bad.