Everything afterward went extremely smooth for Luo Yunyang. Because they were subordinates in Long Xinyue's team, they received their seals rather smoothly.
The martialists unable to join the combat teams helmed by the various geniuses from the great sects were all striving for the sake of obtaining a placing to enter the Burial Plateau.
"Seems like my insight is still rather great. You are indeed living off a woman!" Mo Yunying, who was also under Long Xinyue, said sarcastically.
Mo Yunying had always remained polite to Luo Yunyang in front of Yin Feihuan. However, her sharp barbs would appear the moment Yin Feihuan wasn't around.
At first, Luo Yunyang didn't care about Mo Yunying and her poisonous tongue. However, upon realizing that she wasn't willing to curb her jabs, he asked snidely, "Do you really wish to let my Junior Sister marry your Senior Brother?"
