Si Yutian had already left with Ye Luo in his arms, but when he heard Yunjing Lao'er's call, he had to turn his head with a unhappy expression: "What's the matter with the master?"

The cold eyes froze Yunjing Zhenren's body, as if he was in a thousand-year-old glacier.

"This ......" Yunjing Zhenren forced himself to settle down, and carefully worded, "Your Royal Highness, you are also the deputy head of the Yunfu Sect, or please abide by the laws of the sect, the rules left by the ancestor cannot be broken." After the triennial Cloud Fury Secret Realm ends, the Secret Realm Conference must be held on the same day. ”

Si Yutian's eyes were even more terrifying, like a knife, swishing towards Yunjing Zhenren's body, and his voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell: "Does it have to be today?" Isn't it the same tomorrow to convene the Narauszi Secret Realm Conference? ”

Damn it!

This stinky old man dares to delay his engagement to Luoluo?!

God knows how hard he's waiting for this moment! Do you want him to wait?!

The engagement banquet in Yefu has been prepared for more than ten days, just waiting for Xiao Luo to come back, and as soon as the person arrives, it will be held immediately!

Yunjing Zhenren wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, he felt that he was about to die of Si Yutian's eyes. How so? Isn't Si Yutian a fourth-order mad warrior like himself? A mad martial artist of the same level, how could one of his eyes cause a strong coercion on himself?

A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Yunjing Zhenren's heart—could it be that Si Yutian had been hiding his strength, and his actual cultivation was not a fourth-order mad martial artist for a long time?

The news from the Hongmeng Empire was that at the beginning of last year, the Fourth Prince was already at the peak of the Fourth-Order Mad Martial Master. Now that more than a year has passed, how can he still stay at that level and not make half a point of progress?

Yunjing Zhenren remembered again that the royal prince was in the Hongmeng Imperial Capital and was persecuted by his brother many times. Even on the way to the flamingo to take office, he was stabbed many times. It is likely that His Royal Highness hid it out of guard against his brother.

"A different ......"

Even though he was afraid of Si Yutian, Yunjing Zhenren still gritted his teeth and insisted on his position, "The rules set by the ancestors cannot be abolished!" Your Royal Highness, please understand that the Secret Realm Conference will not be open for long, two hours at most-"

"An hour!" Si Yutian's dark eyes darkened.

Yunjing Zhenren looked embarrassed and protested: "An hour is too short, at least an hour and a half ......"

"Half an hour!" Si Yutian's black eyes have turned into a black hole.

Cloudscape Real Man: "......"

Oh, that's sad.

How can he be so pressing, how can he say that he is also the head of a sect, or a former subordinate under the mother of His Royal Highness, how can he be so embarrassed? I can't live this day!

"Half an hour, that's enough."

The Linghu Peak Lord of the Sixth Peak did not help his own head for the first time, but stood on the side of the deputy head Si Yutian.

"Senior brother in charge, I also think half an hour is enough." Yan Jiong, the peak master of the seventh peak, looked at his son Yan Xi, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully to Yunjing Zhenren, "Let's go and gather the disciples in the peak and ensure that they will immediately gather on the first peak within a quarter of an hour." ”

The two peak masters all defected, and the other five peak masters also stepped forward to summon the disciples in the sect to enter the first peak.

It didn't take a quarter of an hour at all, and five minutes later, all the inner disciples of the Cloud Nu Sect had gathered in the largest square of the First Peak.