李长庚刚从那破雨水里拔出来，浑身湿透了，狼狈得像是刚从河里捞出来的鲤鱼。他一边甩着水，一边骂骂咧咧，心里那叫一个憋屈。

“我靠！这阐教是什么意思啊？老子辛辛苦苦跟龙吉公主办事，她倒好，直接开喷！还说什么耽误她正事，我靠，我这是真心实意帮她，她倒是嫌弃上了？”李长庚越想越气，这口气憋得他胸口发闷。

他一屁股坐在地上， starting to think as he puffed out his chest, "This is simply unbearable. It's not fair! I've been a good guy all my life, and I finally get screwed over like this?"

Just as he was about to vent his anger, a voice suddenly came from the sky, "Who dares to interfere in the affairs of the heavens?"

Lifting his head, he saw a figure floating in the sky, wearing a golden robe that shimmered like the sun. The person's face was hidden in the shadows, but their aura was so powerful that it made the heavens tremble.

"What's with you?" Licheng asked, not believing his eyes. "Are you serious? Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

The figure didn't answer, but a gust of wind swept across the sky, and a golden sword appeared in his hand. The sword was so sharp that it seemed to split the air into two.