Si Xueyi was caught off guard. His expression did not change, but there was a huge wave in his heart.
He was afraid that he heard wrongly, so he confirmed: "You want to see me, sir?"
The Holy Lord Yanmiao wears a colorful garland of purple and red flowers on his head and a green dress, flowing with pure natural beauty like an elf.
Seeing Si Xueyi's dazed look, she smiled and said, "Yes, the chief said personally that he wants to see you now, immediately, immediately."
Si Xueyi was filled with emotions.
This was really an unexpected surprise. He had been waiting for news day and night, but could not get the news he wanted.
I am currently busy with the Holy Court Ranking Competition and almost forgot about this matter, when the good news suddenly came.
"Just go with me."
Saint Lord Yanmiao led the way, followed closely by Si Xueyi.
During this period, the two began to chat.
Lord Yanmiao had a good impression of Si Xueyi and didn't mind telling him the inside story.
"I told the chief about what you asked me to do before. The chief originally planned to summon the leaders of Tianyin Academy to meet with you, but it was originally going to take some time."
"The news about the Holy Academy's ranking match that day reached the ears of the leader, and she changed her mind and wanted to meet you in advance."
After Si Xueyi heard this, she asked curiously: "Is it because I passed the preliminary round?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "That's not entirely true. The leader doesn't know that you have participated in Group A, nor is she paying attention to the Holy Court Ranking Competition. She is busy with other things."
Si Xueyi was immediately puzzled and said: "Can I ask Holy Lord Yanmiao to clear up my confusion?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao blinked and said with a smile: "I used to call you a good sister, but now you are a Holy Lord in one breath. How different is that?"
Si Xueyi said sarcastically: "Please tell me, sister."
Holy Lord Yan Miao smiled and said: "That's right. It was because of Holy Lord Feng Yuan that the First Lord paid attention to you as a registered disciple."
"As I told you earlier, the leader is really busy and doesn't pay much attention to the affairs between the disciples below the Holy Lord. This way, he won't be busy at all."
Si Xueyi became more and more curious as to why he was related to Feng Yuan Shengjun.
Holy Lord Yanmiao did not show off, and informed him of the conflicts between Holy Lord Feng Yuan and Holy Master of the Three Palaces one by one.
This is actually a very big thing, something that has been rare in the past hundred years.
The six courtyards and seventy palaces have been tightly controlled by the three palaces for a long time.
Most of these forces, through marriage and infiltration, have actually been theirs for a long time.
The Holy Lords of the Three Palaces have controlled the Holy Court for many years, but no Holy Lord has ever openly challenged them, let alone openly humiliated each other.
The beautiful eyes of Saint Lord Yanmiao flowed, and he looked at Si Xueyi and said, "Do you think the matter with Saint Lord Feng Yuan is a big deal?"
Her eyes were so beautiful that Si Xueyi didn't dare to look at them more.
But if you think about it carefully, you will see that it is actually a contention and secret fight between the holy realms. As the leader, it is inevitable that he will know about it.
Holy Lord Yanmiao frowned slightly and said angrily: "The Holy Lord of the Three Palaces is too despicable and shameless. In view of your martial arts characteristics, he actually went out to teach the saints himself and wanted to use the rules of the Holy Academy to directly kill you."
"It doesn't matter if the leader doesn't know about this. Now that he knows, how can he let them succeed?"
Si Xueyi thought in her mind, are you going to take care of me? Give me guidance on my cultivation?
Although it was not because he was Si Xueyi from nine hundred years ago that the chief gave him such care.
But for some reason, Si Xueyi was still very happy, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
"Si Xueyi!"
Holy Lord Yanmiao suddenly spoke and asked curiously: "What are you thinking about? You smile so sweetly."
Si Xueyi quickly denied: "No, no."
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "You must be thinking of something happy, and I won't expose you. But you can't laugh like that when you meet the leader, although you do look good when you smile."
Si Xueyi's complexion changed slightly and she quickly stopped smiling.
Holy Lord Yanmiao chuckled. Si Xueyi was quite cute. He grabbed Si Xueyi's shoulders and said, "Let's go to Wangyue Palace!"
Whoosh!
She took Si Xueyi into the sky, and the wind whistled beside Si Xueyi's face, making him unable to open his eyes.
The towering Qianqiu Mountain reached the sky in an instant, and Holy Lord Yanmiao led him to the ground steadily.
Si Xueyi looked up and saw a palace like jade and glass in front of her.
The palace towers tall and shines with a cool luster. These holy lights rotate like streams of light, making Wangyue Palace look as gorgeous and mysterious as a fairy palace.
While on the road, Si Xueyi could still remain calm and emotionally stable.
It can be seen that Si Xueyi's eyes were blazing and his heart was surging when he saw the moon-watching palace behind him, thinking that Moon Bingyun was among them. He had infinite longing and guilt lingering in his heart.
Damn it!
A look of pain appeared on Si Xueyi's face. His feet seemed to be filled with lead and stone and were nailed to the ground, unable to move.
He was scared.
If the other party is really the head of the family and still remembers the agreement made back then, how will he deal with it?
He could not even imagine the pain and loneliness that he suffered nine hundred years ago due to a moment of anger.
"First seat, Yan Miao has brought Saint Si Xueyi."
"Come in."
A simple and cold voice came from the closed palace door, and then the towering palace door opened a gap.
A holy light burst out from the gap, and then the palace door opened with a loud bang.
"Si Xueyi, let's go."
Holy Lord Yanmiao stretched out his hand to signal him to move forward.
Si Xueyi said: "Sage, won't you accompany me in?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao nodded and said: "The leader wants to see you alone, so hurry up and don't be stunned."
Si Xueyi took a deep breath, calmed down, and his eyes became firmer.
If you have no guilt in your heart, you must enter this door.
This door is even more important to enter!
Si Xueyi looked solemn and walked forward, approaching the palace gate step by step.
When he passed through the light and entered the main hall of Wangyue Hall, he felt that the surrounding area was extremely quiet.
Bang!
Si Xueyi's footsteps landed, and the palace door closed again with a bang.
There are cold and flawless stone pillars standing on the left and right sides of the hall, and many white papers are scattered on the smooth mirror-like ground.
The entire hall exuded an air of coldness and concern. Si Xueyi felt cold inexplicably, and her body was even trembling slightly.
Looking forward, at the end of the field of vision, in front of the desk, a woman in white is writing at the desk.
Si Xueyi's heart became nervous for no reason. In the quiet and cold hall, you could even hear his heartbeat.
He walked forward step by step, then stopped and cupped his hands and said: "Saint Si Xueyi pays homage... pays homage to the leader."
Si Xueyi hesitated for a moment.
Because he is recorded in the first name, even if it is just a name, he should be treated as a master.
But now he is extremely sure that the person in front of him is the head of the Yueda family, the master said so.
Um?
Yue Bingyun put the pen on the shelf, raised her eyes and said, "Your Majesty? You should call me Master."
Si Xueyi's expression changed slightly. He, who was always adaptable, could not find a reasonable explanation for a while.
Yue Bingyun said calmly: "Don't be nervous, we have seen it before."
boom!
To be continued...