The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Hearing Luo Qingyang's question, Zhao Yuzhen smiled slightly, bowed to him politely and said, "That's right. I wonder if you have any advice? Just like what that young man said just now, do you want to spar with me? But as he said, in your current state, can you really display your full strength? If so, then Zhao doesn't mind exchanging a few moves with you." After saying that, Zhao Yuzhen stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and an invisible aura emanated from him.

Luo Qingyang's face was gloomy, his lips tightly pressed together, as if an invisible force had choked his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word. At this moment, everyone in the martial arts world knew that Zhao Yuzhen of Wangcheng Mountain had already reached the Profound Realm of Divine Wandering! And what about him? At best, he was only halfway to the Divine Wandering realm. Compared to Zhao Yuzhen, the difference was a world of difference. The outcome of this competition hadn't even begun, but it seemed already decided.

However, just as he remained silent, a clear, pleasant, yet slightly sarcastic voice reached everyone's ears. The woman standing next to Zhao Yuzhen opened her red lips and said, "What's the matter? Looking at you like this, do you feel that you are definitely no match for him, so you don't even have the courage to open your mouth to fight? But those young men just now were also at a much higher level than you. When you took action against them, you didn't hesitate at all. Why did you suddenly become so timid when facing my Yuzhen? Could it be that in your heart, only bullying the weak can make you feel a sense of accomplishment? Have you never heard of the saying "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you"? Or are you only accustomed to competing with those who are far inferior to you in strength? Besides, those young men are much younger than you. They have achieved such success at such a young age. And look at you... wow, it's really sad!" Although Mo Luyi did not say the following words explicitly, everyone present knew what she wanted to express.

Luo Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the eloquent, incessant woman before him—Mo Lvyi. Her small mouth opened and closed like a rapid-fire cannon, rattling off a stream of words that left him feeling a bit lost. The scene felt familiar, and the image of Lei Wujie's chattering mouth flashed through his mind. He silently wondered, "Are all young people these days so eloquent?"

Luo Qingyang calmed himself down, refocused his gaze on Mo Luyi, and asked, "I wonder who this young man is?" His tone was calm, but there was a hint of curiosity and doubt in it.

Upon hearing this, Mo Luyi snorted coldly, then clasped her hands in front of her chest, raised her chin, looked at Luo Qingyang with a proud attitude, and responded bluntly: "My friend? Humph! This girl is not necessarily younger than you, it's just that you don't know how to take care of yourself, so you look so old. No wonder Yi Wenjun looked down on you twice!" There was a bit of pity in her eyes, as if she was full of sympathy for Luo Qingyang.

When Luo Qingyang heard Mo Luyi mention the three words "Yi Wenjun", his already extremely cold face instantly became covered with frost, and became frighteningly gloomy.

His eyes were wide open, and anger seemed to be bursting out from those pupils. His fists were clenched tightly from excessive force, and the knuckles were pale. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a vicious word from between his teeth: "Stop talking nonsense here!"

However, facing the furious Luo Qingyang, Mo Luyi was not afraid at all, and even took a step forward towards the other party's gaze.

Her eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes were wide, her face full of disdain and mockery. She sneered and said, "Oh, what's the matter? Did I accidentally hit a sore spot? You've made a name for yourself in the martial arts world over the years, and have a certain reputation. I didn't expect you to be just a pitiful person who can be swayed by love!"

Zhao Yuzhen, who was standing aside, saw that the tension between the two was getting stronger and stronger. Fearing that the situation would get out of control, he quickly reached out and gently pulled Mo Luyi's sleeve, as if to hint to her not to continue to provoke Luo Qingyang.

But Mo Luyi seemed to have completely failed to understand Zhao Yuzhen's good intentions. She simply turned around and quickly gave him a reassuring look, then focused her attention on Luo Qingyang in front of her again.

Then, Mo Luyi raised her chin slightly and said to Luo Qingyang in a slightly threatening tone, "As for you coming here to ask Jian Tianqi, we can ignore it. But you'd better not harm the lives of those young men you just fought. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't do something to Yi Wenjun... Humph, I believe you should understand the interests involved without me having to finish what I said. As long as you can avoid harming their lives, then as to whether you can take Yi Wenjun away in the end, we will not ask anymore."

Luo Qingyang took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the anger in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he still tried hard to suppress the violent emotions that were about to erupt like a volcano in his heart.

He looked at Xiao Yu with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of questions and eagerness, as if he was urging the other party to answer quickly.

Xiao Yu naturally understood the meaning of his eyes, and Mo Luyi and Zhao Yuzhen beside him also understood what Luo Qingyang wanted to know.

However, surprisingly, the two men did not stop Xiao Yu. Instead, they nodded slightly, indicating with a tacit gesture that Xiao Yu could speak.

After receiving permission, Xiao Yu did not dare to delay even a moment and hurriedly introduced them to Luo Qingyang: "Foster father, this is my master Mo Luyi, and this is my master's father-in-law Zhao Yuzhen!"

When Luo Qingyang heard the name "Mo Luyi", his heart was shocked, and the anger and humiliation that had risen in him were instantly suppressed.

He knew very well that if he acted rashly at this moment, he would definitely not gain any advantage. However, if he just turned around and left in silence, covered in dust, he would really be unwilling to do so!

At this moment, Mo Luyi seemed to see through Luo Qingyang's thoughts. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Luo Qingyang, I just hope you can spare their lives. As for the competition between you two, my husband and I will never interfere in it."