"You are the Emperor Jingyue?" Upon hearing Nalan Jing's words referring to himself as "We" instead of "I," he stared in disbelief at the white figure above.
Nalan Jing descended step by step from the void, landing in front of Ouyang Moxuan. His exquisite and handsome face was cold as he spoke, "I recall you were about to take my consort home earlier? You wanted her to follow you?"
"No... no..." Ouyang Moxuan swallowed hard. Admitting it now would be tantamount to courting death, so he steadfastly denied it. However, did he really think denying it would let him off the hook? He greatly underestimated Nalan Jing's protective nature and jealousy.
"Heh... I am not so foolish as to be deaf." Nalan Jing advanced slowly, an aura like a Demon God emanating from him, chilling and terrifying. Fear filled Ouyang Moxuan's eyes as he realized how formidable an adversary he had provoked!
"Bang!" Without hesitation, he stomped down.
