On the spectator seats, Helian Yunyun sat gracefully with poise.
At this moment, she appeared quite dignified and majestic, watching the fight on the Arena without uttering a word.
In fact, she was forcing herself to stay seated by digging her nails into her skin to suppress the urge to jump up and cheer — after all, her mother, the great Empress of Shepherd Empire with her Dharma Phase, was present there.
Chasing after Zhao Rucheng privately was her own affair.
If she were to shamelessly flaunt this in front of everyone...
The beloved pearl might just turn into a mud pill underfoot.
Thus, she sat upright, unshakeably calm like nothing could disturb her.
Sitting beside her was a person wearing a conical hat and draped in black veils—a Buddhist Nun.
The dark, coarse monk's robe was wide, obscuring her figure.
Yesterday, Helian Yunyun was sitting alone gracefully, so this well-covered black-robed nun had only arrived today.
