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Chapter 966

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The First City was the dreamland of every cultivator on the mainland!

It was said that only by entering the First City would one's powers improve even more! Besides, a Martial Saint would be at the bottom of the list in the First City! One could imagine just how powerful Wind Valley, which was ranked in the middle of the First City, was. With such a powerful force as her backing, what was there for her to hesitate about?

"My apologies, I've always been a free and undisciplined person. I don't want to be restricted in any way so I can only appreciate your good intentions."

Gu Ruoyun shook her head as if she had not noticed the envious stares around her. She then replied in a calm and breezy manner.

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoxiao raised her brows. Her initially gentle eyes then flashed with a sharp light. However, before she could speak again, a mocking voice chimed in from behind her.

"Tsk, tsk, I never thought that Wind Valley would behave in this manner. She has already rejected your invitation thrice and you still want to pester her endlessly? Feng Xiaoxiao, I had thought that you were an intelligent person but I never thought that you would make such a foolish mistake. What? Could it be that the dignified Wind Valley wishes to coerce a weak woman? "

Gu Ruoyun raised her head when she heard that seductive voice. Instantly, under the setting sun, a flamboyant peach blossom robe appeared before her eyes.

The man's face was filled with a brilliant smile. This time, he was not seated on the palanquin while being carried by the peerlessly beautiful handmaidens. However, he had his arms around the back of his head and his posture was as languid and seductive as ever. He always looked languid as if he had just woken up from a nap.

However, his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes carried a mocking smile. His peerlessly beautiful face was as dazzling as a peach blossom. When he noticed Gu Ruoyun's gaze, he gently curled the corners of his lips and spoke in a languid voice, "Xiao Yun'er, why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you've missed me too much after not seeing me for a few days? Since that's the case, my arms are wide open for you. Come, give me a hug. "

As he spoke, he opened his arms and his seductive smile grew even more pronounced.

The corners of Gu Ruoyun's mouth twitched. She ignored this flashy evildoer and turned her attention towards Feng Xiaoxiao.

When Zuo Shangchen realized that he had been ignored, he did not feel embarrassed at all. He casually withdrew his arm and turned his beautiful peach blossom eyes towards Feng Xiaoxiao. Despite his languid posture, his eyes carried a cold light.

Feng Xiaoxiao recovered from her initial shock and her expression changed several times. After a long while, she withdrew the sharpness in her eyes and her expression returned to its previous gentleness and warmth. "I never thought that the great young master Zuo would appear in a place like this. You've really given me quite a fright."

Hearing this, an undetectable glint flashed across Gu Ruoyun's eyes. However, it disappeared so quickly that no one noticed it.

However, Zuo Shangchen, who was closest to her, still saw the flash of light in her eyes. He could not help but laugh bitterly. He had hidden it for so long, but in the end, she still found out …

However, he had no other choice. If he did not step forward, Feng Xiaoxiao would never let him leave so easily.

"Feng Xiaoxiao, you've always been very intelligent. You should know what you can do and what you can't!" Zuo Shangchen smiled but his smile carried a hint of menace. "Gu Ruoyun is one of my people. If you want her to join Wind Valley, I'm afraid that I won't agree to that!"

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