Supreme Vision Master Chapter 1202: Yu Sihuang’s Coyness

A decision having been made, Luo Qingtong readily assented to the steward of the Dark Arena.

With the steward's gesture, she accepted the Guest Elder Token handed to her.

The steward, quite assured, harbored no doubts about Luo Qingtong's acceptance.

While he provided explanations, the Guest Elder Token was already prepared for presentation.

The moment Luo Qingtong agreed, it was promptly offered to her.

Noticing the characters "Ye Jiu" etched onto the token, a faint smile graced Luo Qingtong's lips.

"Your Dark Arena organization displays remarkable confidence," she remarked.

They had even prepared the token on the spot, seemingly anticipating her agreement.

"We place our trust in our capabilities, and naturally, we believe your judgment will not falter," the Dark Arena's steward responded with a smile.

"Farewell, Guest Ye."

With a slight bow to Luo Qingtong, he then took his leave.

Observing his departure, Luo Qingtong's mind became occupied with thoughtful considerations.

It appeared the Dark Arena held literary duels in high regard.

Could their recruitment of numerous guest elders be linked to duels within the Hidden Realm?

There were likely underlying interests at play.

However, these matters were of no immediate concern to Luo Qingtong.

According to Yu Sihuang's information, the most recent literary duel for Guest Elders had concluded only a short while ago.

Even if the Dark Arena intended to host another, it would likely be at least half a year away!

With this thought, Luo Qingtong carefully stored the Dark Guest Elder Token.

"Tongtong..."

Yu Sihuang, his hair cascading, approached Luo Qingtong, about to speak when the boy humorously interjected, pressing the hilt of his sword against a sensitive point at his waist.

"Cease that nauseating appellation."

The term "Tongtong" sent shivers down Luo Qingtong's spine.

Even Ye Qianming had never addressed her so.

Yu Sihuang was truly something else!

Luo Qingtong glanced at his swaying, elegant figure, her lips twitching.

A strong premonition struck her: agreeing to travel with Yu Sihuang had been a grave error!

Especially for her!

"How uncouth! Does this not accentuate my refined feminine charm? Why else would I adopt this guise?"

Yu Sihuang playfully retorted, fanning himself with a handkerchief.

Previously, he had grumbled about his sister's idea of him cross-dressing, deeming it detrimental to his image as the future Overlord of the Three Islands and Seven Lands, the esteemed Emperor Sect Master.

Yet, witnessing Luo Qingtong's reaction, he found the notion suddenly appealing.

At the very least, compared to their initial encounter, Luo Qingtong now exhibited greater ease around him, her usual coldness and guardedness noticeably diminished.

Yu Sihuang resolved to continue his efforts in cultivating their closeness.

With Ye Qianming, that harbinger of death, absent, he intended to seize this opportune moment!

"Tongtong, you are too cruel, merely utilizing me before discarding me!" he lamented dramatically to Luo Qingtong.

"You unfeeling wretch! I just aided you!"

Yu Sihuang was, of course, referring to the incident involving Elder Pan.

He had contemplated silencing Elder Pan, as the elder had witnessed his disguise and recognized his true identity.

However, Elder Pan, demonstrating his astuteness, had immediately pledged his allegiance to Luo Qingtong.

Since she had declared she would spare his life, Yu Sihuang saw no reason to interfere further.

He surmised that after experiencing his killing intent, Elder Pan would hesitate to betray them.

This act of clemency, he believed, could serve as a foundation for deepening his connection with Luo Qingtong.