In the sky, Ghost Python and Chen Dong were already locked in battle. This level of combat was beyond the comprehension of small fry like them.
Therefore, the entire Rongcheng was gradually cleared out.
"Let's go, stop looking. You're only level five, not even at the Fusion Realm yet, so don't even think about becoming a Lord."
Pale led Longyue out of the battlefield, and seeing that Longyue's gaze was fixed on Chen Dong, he couldn't help but speak up to discourage her.
"So what if I'm level 5? I'll surpass you someday!" Longyue retorted, why couldn't she aim for lord level?
"I'm waiting!" Pale smiled broadly; this was the happiest day he had had in many years.
However, the more Pale looked at Oborozuki, the stronger the strange feeling in her heart became.
"Do I have words on my face? Why have you been looking at me for so long?" Longyue rolled her eyes at Pale.
"Longyue, how old are you this year?"
"14, what's wrong?" Longyue replied casually, with the corpse of some kind of monster at her feet, its flesh and blood splattered far away.
The person lying in front of me, I don’t know which region the martial artist came from, died a terrible death, his body was covered in pits and dents, it looked like he had been trampled by a monster.
“14…”
Pale fell silent, thinking to himself, "It's too small!"
"Is there a problem?" Longyue didn't understand why Cangbai was asking this.
Then, after a moment's thought, I asked, "How old are you this year?"
"I'm almost twenty!" Pale chuckled softly, his gaze falling on Longyue, who was considerably shorter than him.
"You're a little short, but you'll grow taller!"
Longyue gritted her teeth and replied, "Thank you so much!"
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