Chapter 1849: Please Wait, Your Highness
Qiao Mu continuously flicked out several hundred attack talismans, which all darted toward the elder with a swish.
Loud explosions rang out as the bearded elder grimly parried Qiao Mu’s attack talismans with his fireb.a.l.l.s. He then cast Qiao Mu a foul look.
Even though Qiao Mu was surrounded by fire, she was unscathed. Afterall, a water spiritual barrier isolated her skin from the flames.
The elder’s eyes flickered in astonishment.
This little lady who came from a Lower Star Domain was not only equipped with all sorts of dharma treasures, spiritual weapons, and sacred beasts, but her comprehension and cultivation was already so advanced. At her young age, she would be considered an exceptional prodigy even in the Upper Three Provinces.
Up in the boundless sky, Crown Prince Mo took out a branch while standing on the gold dragon’s back. He observed it with knitted brows.
The sapling was not responding at all. Did something happen, or had his eyes been playing tricks on him?
Logically speaking, if Qiaoqiao really was nearby, he would certainly be able to contact her through the sapling’s branch. He would even be able to enter Paradise Planet.
“But the sapling is not responding at all,” Mo Lian muttered while putting away that branch. He looked into the distance.
Eight flying horses with snow-white hooves were galloping over on the horizon.
A lovely and innocent voice crisply rang out while accompanied by a descending celestial chorus. “Please wait, Your Highness! Princess Jing of Aurora Desert’s Pangu1 Tribe requests an audience.”
Dao Wuji raised an eyebrow while holding his saber in his arms. He rubbed his chin and mused, “The princess of Aurora Desert’s Pangu Tribe? Isn’t that the prodigy princess of the largest tribe in the Desert Zone beyond the Three Provinces?”
“I heard she’s supposed to be a great beauty! She was only 13 when I left the Divine Province. At that time, Princess Jing had such a grand reputation that everyone knew of her.”
Everybody silently calculated this Princess Jing’s age. That meant that she was at least 27 or 28 now.
Dao Wuji had whiled more than a decade away in the tower at the very least. It was probably an underestimation to say that she was 27 or 28.
“The stories describe this Princess Jing as a legend.” Dao Wuji made a show of his information. “I heard that she started fighting on the battlefield when she was nine. When she fought the Jumo Tribe at age 12, she forced back an army of 300 thousand by defeating them again and again. She truly is a legend, a heroine not to be outdone by men…”
“Little Seven.” The crown prince’s cold voice cut off Dao Wuji’s unceasing torrent.
Seventh Yan accelerated with a flick of his dragon tail and circled around from the side, letting out a cry as he whipped up a gale with his tail. This spooked the eight horses so much that they whinnied in fear and nearly plummeted from the sky.
The carriage driver paled in fright and hastily pulled on the reins. It took a long time before he could finally calm down the flying horses.
The round-faced maidservant who had extended the invite had also paled in fear. She blankly watched the dragon’s departing figure before gnas.h.i.+ng, “Princess! The crown prince left without saying a word.”
A faint voice came from the carriage. “It’s fine. Just keep pace with him.”
That maidservant was taken aback, but she quickly instructed the carriage driver, “On the princess’s order, catch up to him.”
The carriage driver nodded and immediately chased after Mo Lian with a lash of his whip.
Dao Wuji was standing behind Mo Lian. He looked back and coughed lightly. “The people from Pangu Tribe have caught up.”
Mo Lian was unmoved, not even batting an eyelid.
Seeing this, Dao Wuji scratched his nose. He was just asking to be snubbed.