On the third floor, the decoration is mainly elegant, which is different from the majesty of the human palace, but a kind of antique elegance. As soon as I walked up to the third floor, the first thing I saw was a large screen with a quiet landscape painting on it. Walking lightly around the screen, the outer porch is decorated with some plants that have never been seen in the human race world. The leaves and blooming flowers are surrounded by a faint blue halo. Fifty steps back, the narrow veranda suddenly opened up. Inside was a huge room. A wooden screen was placed at the entrance of the room, and the screen was carved with ancient totems.
Passing through the screen, the situation in the room was clear at a glance. In the center of the room sat a man who appeared to be about thirty years old. He was in high spirits, his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes of epiphany. At this time, he was raising his hands and half-opening his mouth, as if Luo Ming was delivering his speech when Luo Ming stopped time. The lower positions on the left and right sides of the man are respectively the first elder, second elder, third elder and Luo Yan of the Shui clan. The three elders, with gray hair, looked at the man above them solemnly, frowned slightly, opened their mouths slightly, and seemed to want to say something. Luo Yan sat there indifferently, looking down at his hands, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.
When Luo Ming saw this scene, the smile on his lips deepened, he let go of her hand and walked towards the man in the upper position step by step. He turned around a few times beside him, raised his hand to pinch his chin, raised his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger, he chuckled, and said, "I haven't seen him for so many years, but it really hasn't changed at all, How long has it been? At least it will be thousands of years, why does it still look the same as before? Even the expression in his eyes has not changed."
"That is the patriarch of the Shui clan, Luo Ming's father, Luo Ying." Beichen Moxuan took a few steps forward, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear in a low voice. Nodding slightly, he looked at Luo Ming who was surrounded by a few people with a puzzled expression, and frowned slightly, what did he want to do
"I haven't seen him for so long, he's grown up and it makes me feel a little strange." While thinking about it, Luo Ming had already walked up to Luo Yan, who bowed his head and said nothing, looked down at him, and said playfully, "It doesn't matter. Is it really irrelevant, or are you pretending to be a gentleman here? Luo Yan, I'm looking forward to the moment when we formally confront each other after a thousand years."
As he spoke, Luo Ming chanted a spell in his mouth, and the water-blue spiritual power was injected into Beichen Moxuan and Leng Yetong, and the three of them retreated to the side and stood against the window.
"Is that all right?" Leng Yetong raised his eyes and looked at Beichen Moxuan, and asked in a low voice.
"Well, invisibility is incomprehensible to those with less spiritual power than the practitioner." Beichen Moxuan nodded slightly and explained lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Luo Ming snap his fingers, the restraint of the surrounding time disappeared, and the sound of water flowing could be vaguely heard. This was no longer a silent world, and occasionally the ripples of water could be seen.
"So I want to say..." Luo Ying continued to speak, but as he spoke, he felt something was wrong, frowned slightly, rolled his eyes, and looked at him vigilantly. Looking around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said solemnly, "Did you feel that something was wrong just now?"