At this time, a coldness swept over them. Yi Zhen and the others couldn’t see the strange thing under Zuo Si’s feet with their naked eyes. They thought he was an immortal floating in the sky, and their eyes were filled with shock and wonder.
Zuo Si, however, did not even look at these royal relatives and nobles. He stared straight at Mi August and said sadly: “Your Highness, you are back!” After saying this, he looked at Mi August in confusion for a moment. Immediately afterwards, he realized that it was not his illusion, Mi August’s aura was different from before.
“You have…” Zuo Si lost control of his expression.
“Master Zuo,” Yi Zhen shouted.
The uneasy Zuo Si heard the sound and looked over, “Who are you?”
Not being recognized, Yi Zhen was not angry and said politely: “I am Yi Zhen, the fourth prince of the Yi Kingdom. Mr. Zuo had the honor to meet me when he came to the imperial city. I was in my father’s entourage at that time. Mr. Zuo did not. It’s not surprising to notice.”
“Oh.” Zuo Si responded perfunctorily, then turned to Mi August and said, “Your Highness, do you have time now for us to talk?”
Yi Zhen looked at Mi August in surprise.
Compared with the young Mi August, he valued Zuo Si, who had been to the imperial city and was treated with caution by everyone in Lingji Duwei’s Mansion.
Although they are all transcendental beings, as a prince, he knows that there are different levels of transcendental warriors. Ordinary transcendental warriors are just spiritual children with talent for cultivation, while more powerful transcendental warriors are spiritual children, like Zuo Si. A true spiritual master is the immortal-like existence in the storybook.
Now this immortal is more polite and kind to Mi August.
Mi August knew what Zuo Si wanted to talk to him, so he said to him, “Let’s talk while we walk.”
Zuo Si had no objection and gave in, asking Mi August to go first.
“Are you coming with me?” Mi August asked Mi Feixue again.
Mi Feixue almost nodded, but finally had to hold back and shook her head to indicate that she wanted to stay.
Mi August didn’t ask why and said with a smile: “Okay.”
On the contrary, Zuo Siduo glanced at Mi Feixue and was surprised that the little Shenzi, who had always been clingy (only to Mi August), would refuse such an opportunity.
But Mi August’s next words suddenly made him realize.
“Then I’ll leave this place to you.”
This is letting the little god son take charge of his own role! Zuo Si understood that even if he did not take these mortal emperors, relatives and nobles in the mortal continent seriously, the visitors were guests and could not be laughed at by outsiders. As Mi Feixue is recognized as the mistress of the Si Ye Mansion, she is the perfect person to deal with this generation of foreign young people.
While walking on the road, Zuo Si said to Mi August, “The two highnesses have a clear understanding.”
Mi Feixue remained silent. Mi August understood the other party’s meaning so naturally that others really couldn’t.
Mi August smiled.
These days, she discovered that Mi Feixue was eager to grow, whether it was joining the first batch of people training in Lingzhou, joining the training of the Night Travelers, or taking the initiative to take on some responsibilities.