With a cold snort, Zi Changqing walked away with a puff of her sleeves.
Lan Huo's mother and Zi Changyu's wife were good sisters who were sworn to Jinlan. The two families had always been on good terms and often moved around. In recent years, they had become in-laws.
Lan Huo's father is also a leader in Lanyao City and has great prestige.
Because he has such a good son-in-law, and his daughter is very talented, and even refined a three-star elixir a few years ago, Zi Changyu has always been very arrogant in the sect.
On weekdays, he always looks like his nostrils are turned upward. Even his eldest brothers Zi Changqing and Zi Changyu, who are the leaders of the sect, don't take it seriously.
Zi Changqing had long disliked this younger brother, but now that something like this happened to Zi Mei and Lan Huo, not only did he, as an uncle, not feel any distress at all, but he felt very happy.
Zi Changyu cried with tears on his face, but the crowd quickly dispersed, and no one came to comfort him.
On weekdays, Lan Huo relied on his own cultivation, and the most powerful Lan Zicheng from Beizhou Continent to dominate the sect. Now that they are dead, it is too late for other disciples to be happy. How can they be happy?
Half a person is even a little bit sad for them?
Not far away, on the horizontal branches of a towering ancient tree.
Zi Tong swayed her legs lazily, raised her hand and threw away a leaf she was playing with between her fingers.
Now that things have ended perfectly, it's time for her to go back and study this new body.
"I want you."
Behind him, a deep male voice sounded without warning.
With a small tap of her hand on the tree, she instantly changed from sitting to standing, and the smile on her face turned as deep as the night, and she looked straight at the place where the sound came from.
He stood on a higher branch not far in front of her. The branch was only as thick as her little finger, but he stood as steady as a mountain.
He was a young man with a tall figure and an almost perfect eight-head-to-body ratio.
The night-like black robe has gorgeous golden patterns on the collar, sleeves and hem. Below the belt hangs a golden medallion the size of a baby's hand, which is very conspicuous on the black robe.
The night wind was blowing, and his clothes and hair were fluttering slightly, and among the inky silk, there was a face like cold jade.
No matter the eyebrows, eyes, lips, nose, or the way they are arranged, they are almost perfect, but they do not make her look feminine because the domineering meaning coming from between her eyebrows is absolutely powerful.
Judging from his appearance, he is just a young man in his twenties, but with that kind of momentum, he seems to have lived for thousands of years.
There was no expression on his face, not even murderous intent, but just standing there like a night god made people feel tight in their chests.
She had never seen this person before, and he was definitely not from their sect. He could approach her within three meters of her without her noticing. This guy must be a master.
Any woman in the sect would probably be moved by his face.
Any man in the sect would probably be forced by his momentum.
However, when Zi Tong looked at the person in front of her, there was only contempt and coldness in her beautiful eyes.
In Zi Tong's eyes, there are only two kinds of things in this world. The first kind is what she likes. If she likes it, she will pamper, coax and protect it. The second kind is what she doesn't like, and then there is only one result -
-destroy.
Although the young man in front of her was handsome and had extraordinary skills, she didn't like the way he looked at her condescendingly.