"Master Ling."
Xiao Ye's thought avatar looked over and cupped his hands in salute to Ling.
At this moment, Ling still seemed ethereal, like a wisp of smoke.
Ling had followed the Supreme Empress for thousands of years, managing the Emperor's Cultivation Land on her behalf, and had once helped him, which he always remembered.
He was worried that Ling had fallen victim to the owner of the Ten Thousand Burial Pits when the upheaval happened in the Yulan Domain.
"Xiao Ye, in the True Spirit Continent, strength is supreme, and you're already a Half-Emperor. I cannot bear the title of 'Master.' You can directly call me Ling," Ling said with a bitter smile.
"Alright."
"Ling, there was chaos in the Yulan Domain ten years ago, all the Kings were killed, presumably by the owner of the Ten Thousand Burial Pits."
"Did you see him personally?" Xiao Ye nodded and asked once more.
