Within the boundaries of Zhongzhou.
Atop a vast island.
Outside a pavilion.
Ye Luo stood expressionlessly, quietly waiting.
His robes fluttered with the breeze, making a rustling sound, his black hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a faint oppressive aura surrounded him, causing anyone who came close to feel a sense of suppression.
For example, the deacon standing beside him was quite uncomfortable.
He was merely at the Divinity Transformation Realm.
Standing beside Ye Luo and weighed down by this faint oppressive aura, it felt as if a giant stone rested on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe, so uncomfortable that it was unbearable.
But he didn't dare to say anything.
All he could do was silently bear it, standing to the side.
"So, why hasn't my junior sister come out yet?"
Ye Luo asked indifferently as he looked toward the tightly shut doors of the pavilion.
