After Ye Huan and the others left, Ling Yun's face had turned the color of a pig's liver, feeling extremely embarrassed.
At the same time, many ancient martial artists noticed the situation here, casting strange looks toward Ling Yun.
Ling Yun was extremely awkward, finding himself in a dilemma.
Retracting his hand would indirectly indicate that he chose to swallow his pride.
If so, he would definitely be mocked by many, especially the other top talents from various clans.
Yet, leaving his hand outstretched wouldn't work either.
Just when Ling Yun didn't know what to do, a girl came up and grabbed his hand: "Young Master Ling, I'm willing to go to the tomb with you!"
There was a shy hint in her voice.
Most importantly, it was very coquettish and pleasant to hear!
Ling Yun was ecstatically happy, feeling like God closed several doors but opened a window for him, complete with a staircase!
He quickly held the woman's hand and looked up.
