Yun Zheng hissed in pain, pouted and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, I know."
When Old Prince Yun saw her expression like this, his heart softened again.
At this time, Yun Miao came over in a crisp black and white outfit, and said in a tone of condemnation, "Dad, why are you yelling at Zheng'er? Zheng'er has been practicing these days and is already tired, and you are still so fierce!"
Upon hearing this, Old Prince Yun looked at Yun Zheng guiltily. When he saw that Yun Zheng really looked a little tired, a hint of guilt rose in his heart.
Before he could even open his mouth to apologize, Yun Zheng smiled and put her arm around his as they walked out. "What are you still standing there for? Let's go! It will be embarrassing if you're late!"
Yun Miao looked at Yun Zheng and smiled dotingly.
As soon as he heard the word "late", Prince Yun put aside his worries and quickly took the two of them to the arena.
Being late means giving up automatically!
I've waited so long, how could I possibly give up just because of this?
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Old Prince Yun urged.
When we arrived at the arena, it was already packed with people.
There is still half an hour until the official preliminary round.
Yun Zheng looked up and saw that the person sitting in the highest seat was a strange middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray robe.
Judging from the quality of the robe, it is better than the emperor’s dragon robe!
Is this the gap?
Emperor Chu Chengyu could only sit on the lower right side of the man in the blue-gray robe.
Further down are the heads of some families, or the sovereigns of other forces.
Suddenly, someone tugged at the corner of her clothes.
"Zheng'er, the passage for our competition is over there."
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