The next morning, at sunrise.
Ye Fanchen walked out of the attic. Nangong Yaner was already waiting for him in front of the attic.
Nangong Yaner looked a little haggard. There were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. She must have cried a lot last night.
"Let's go," Ye Fanchen said calmly. He walked out of the house and headed straight for the Dragon City Holy Court.
Nangong Yaner followed behind Ye Fanchen like a well-behaved little sister. She kept her head down. No one knew what she was thinking.
Ye Fanchen didn't even need to think. This girl must have found out about the Traceless Flower.
However, Nangong Yaner didn't make a fuss after finding out about the Traceless Flower. This surprised Ye Fanchen a little.
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In his impression, Nangong Yaner wasn't this quiet.
However, Ye Fanchen didn't say anything. He continued to walk in front.
A small airship was parked in front of the Dragon City Holy Court.
It was naturally sent by Zuo Zhenyun to pick up Ye Fanchen.
"My Lord!" The guards on the airship saluted.
Ye Fanchen nodded and stepped onto the airship.
Nangong Yaner followed closely behind.
The airship took off. In Ye Fanchen's eyes, the Dragon City Holy Court became smaller and smaller.
He leaned against the railing of the airship, thinking about how to deal with what would happen next.
At this moment, a voice sounded.
"Ye Fanchen."
It was Nangong Yaner's voice, but it sounded a little childish.
Ye Fanchen tilted his head slightly and looked at Nangong Yaner.
"Hmm?"
"I want to become stronger! I want to become strong! Defeat them! "
Nangong Yaner clenched her fist. Her beautiful face was filled with determination, and her eyes flashed with the same light.
Ye Fanchen couldn't help but be stunned by this light.
It was just like the morning sun, dazzling and warm.
It took a full minute for Ye Fanchen to regain his senses.
"Yes. Ye Fanchen replied.
… …
The Marshal's Mansion in the Imperial City was a huge piece of flat land.
This was an empty space used to park small mechanical airships.
Usually, not many people would patronize it.
At this moment, dozens of people had gathered.
The First Marshal of the Snow Land, Zuo Zhenyun, was one of them.
He was sitting on an armchair, and beside him were his sons and the servants of the Marshal's Mansion.
"Who the hell is coming? We've been waiting for half a day! "A handsome young man in noble attire grumbled unwillingly.
Zuo Zhenyun had a son and a daughter. The one who spoke was Zuo Zhenyun's son, Zuo Zuozheng.
Early in the morning, Zuo Zhenyun dragged Zuo Zuozheng and his sister, Zuo Tinglan, out of their beds or cultivation rooms, and gathered them in this place.
They said they were waiting for someone, but four hours had passed, and there was no one.
In fact, it was not only him. Zuo Zuozheng's sister, Zuo Tinglan, was also impatient, but she was different from her brother. Zuo Tinglan usually spoke softly in her heart, and would not speak blindly.
"Shut up!" Zuo Zhenyun raised his hand and said impatiently, "I told you, it's a big shot!"
"Dad, you've said 'big shot' more than ten times. What kind of big shot is this? Why is he so arrogant? Why are you waiting so early? "Zuo Zuozheng asked," Just say it's a big shot, some official position? Or which family he belongs to? "
Zuo Zuozheng was really impatient. Since when did he wait for someone for four hours? He had waited for four hours, and there was still no one.
"He doesn't have any official position, and he's not from any family." Zuo Zhenyun narrowed his eyes, and there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes, as if he was telling a legend.
Just as he was about to say something …
A dark shadow appeared in the cloudless sky.
"He's here!" Zuo Zhenyun said in surprise.
More than ten people looked up in the sky and saw a small airship slowly landing in the open space in front of them.
Everyone was curious at this time.
They were eager to know what kind of person could make Zuo Zhenyun respect him so much.
"I'd like to see what kind of god is so arrogant!" Zuo Zuozheng muttered unhappily.
"Boom …"
The airship landed, and there was a loud sound of machinery colliding.
Everyone's curiosity was in their throats.
A faint smile appeared on Zuo Zhenyun's face.
Creak … Clang!
The cabin door on the first floor of the airship opened, and a figure walked out at this time.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure at this time.
It was a warrior in a plain white martial arts robe. His face was angular, and his expression was cold.
"Why is it a servant?" Zuo Zuozheng complained unhappily. "A servant with a straight face. His master is really easy to talk to."
Zuo Zuozheng did not know the warrior in the white martial arts robe, and he did not know who he was.
However, in his opinion, someone who could make Zuo Zhenyun respect him so much must be a high-ranking official or a great expert.
A plainly dressed person like this was only fit to be someone's servant.
Zuo Tinglan's thoughts were similar to her brother Zuo Zuozheng's. She craned her neck to see who would come out from behind the white-robed warrior.
She did not have to wait for too long, and a woman in a purple robe came out from behind the white-robed warrior.
She was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had an oval face, and there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
"What a beautiful woman." Even Zuo Tinglan could not help but quietly praise her at this time.
However, Zuo Zuozheng's face was full of joy.
People who saw beautiful women would feel relaxed and happy. Although Zuo Zuozheng was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was not an exception.
"She's a great beauty!" Zuo Zuozheng could not help but cheer. The impatience he had from waiting for a long time was swept away at this time. "She's my type!"
He idealized that this should be the woman Zuo Zhenyun was waiting for!
At this time, Zuo Zhenyun's joy was no less than his son's. He stood up from his armchair and went straight to the person who came down from the airship.
Zuo Zuozheng also went to greet him at this time. He felt that he should treat this great beauty more warmly.
However, the joy on his face disappeared in the next second and turned into doubt.
His father Zuo Zhenyun was holding the white-robed warrior's hand at this time.
Zuo Zhenyun's face was full of joy, as if he had seen a friend who had known him for many years.
"What's going on? Is it this person? "Zuo Zuozheng muttered to himself. His mind was in a mess.
He was dressed so plainly, and one could tell at a glance that he didn't have any status. Apart from his scary eyes and cold expression, he didn't have any other characteristics. He was actually the VIP that Zuo Zhenyun had been waiting for for two hours?
In the next second, his mind was even more confused.
It was because of Zuo Zhenyun's words.
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