The realm of gods.
Recently, several geniuses have emerged in the realm of gods.
They all appear to be cultivators who ascended from the lower realms.
The few who were being discussed by the gods, who were rising in status, were invited by Baili Xijiang and Shen Zhuochuan to visit the dragon clan in the divine realm.
No one could have imagined that the young master of the Azure Dragon Clan would take a liking to Song Siyao during their sparring match.
Immediately, the eyes of the other five people all turned to Wan Qiji.
Including Song Siyao.
The young master of the Azure Dragon was stunned for a moment, then he saw through the trick.
"You are her Daoist partner?"
They don't seem affectionate; it doesn't seem like it.
Song Tingwan grabbed Shen Zhuochuan and whispered inquiries about the dragon clan's young master's personality and strength.
If a fight breaks out, will they be able to escape smoothly?
Qin Xi also pulled Baili Xijiang aside and whispered, "How's your young master? Can Aji beat him?"
"How would I know? I've never fought with him."
After some whispering, Wanqiji, facing everyone's gaze, looked at Ayao and said, "Not yet."
One sentence summed up his thoughts.
Song Siyao met his serious dark eyes, looking both surprised and not so surprised.
"If it's not a problem, then it's settled." The young master of the Azure Dragon clapped his fan and then began his ardent pursuit.
Seeing that, Song Tingwan and the others gathered around Aji to offer him advice.
Wan Qiji was somewhat at a loss.
All he knows is sparring and fighting.
He couldn't utter such flowery words as the young master of the Azure Dragon.
The tall, dark-skinned man with broken eyebrows concealed everything in his eyes. Finally, after uttering those words, he stood before Song Siyao for the first time.
But it was Song Siyao who spoke first, before he did.
"What did you mean the other day when you said, 'Not yet'?"
Above the mountain peaks beloved by the Dragon Clan, clouds and mist swirl.
Song Tingwan and the others were on another peak and did not disturb the two.
Wan Qiji pursed his lips and uttered a startling statement.
"I think it will be in the future."
Song Siyao raised an eyebrow, "Did my older sisters teach you that?"
The man, not one for words, shook his head, his steady eyes resolute. "It is what my heart desires."
The woman turned to look at him, her sharp features slightly smiling. "Okay."
It was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary embellishment.
The two of them have always been straightforward with each other, whether it was during their sparring or now.
She agreed so quickly that even Wan Qiji didn't have time to react.
He couldn't help but ask why.
Song Siyao crossed her arms and gazed into the distance. "I don't have the same delicate heart as my elder sister. My heart told me to agree, so I agreed."
What love and affection?
She still doesn't understand.
But she liked it when Aji sparred with her; she wouldn't mind him being by her side.
No one else will do.
He wouldn't be used to it without him.
The four people on the other mountain peak watched them intently, not knowing what they were talking about, but they started fighting again after only a few words.
Qin Xi was getting anxious.
"Oh dear, they're fighting again! Ah Ji, you didn't tell me, did you?"
Song Tingwan sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation, "These two..."
She knew her younger sister's personality well and had hoped to see some warmth in her.
I never expected these two to have such different styles.
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled softly, the wind blowing their hair wildly. "I can understand that to some extent."
He was also warlike.
Emotion is infused into every move, touching people more deeply than words.
Song Tingwan glanced at her and chuckled, "But I won't spar with you."
The man coughed lightly, clenching his fist: "You and I are different. I am more eloquent than Aji."
The woman gave him a reproachful look, and then the couple turned their attention back to the two sparring partners.
This time, the beating was much gentler than usual.
Even as the cold, hard blades clashed, the two pairs of eyes that met remained sharp and fierce.
Only the two of them understood the unspoken understanding and mixed emotions in their gaze.
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