After being excited for a while, Ling Yun's face turned calm, and he waved his hand, refusing the business cards offered by the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, the most pressing matter now is still to hurry to the main hall of the tomb. This kind of trivial matter can be discussed later."
The ancient martial artists showed regret but did not insist, secretly deciding to display their king-level boot-licking skills to please Ling Yun once they reached the main hall!
"Young Master Ling, the sooner the better, let's continue on," suggested one of the ancient martial artists.
This person was quite cunning, wanting to clear the way alongside Ling Yun.
This would greatly enhance their security.
"No rush."
Ling Yun waved his hand faintly, turning his gaze to the rear, his face darkening.
He walked up to Ye Huan, locking eyes directly, and challenged: "Brother Ye, isn't your behavior somewhat shameful?"
Ye Huan couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Me, shameful? How am I shameful?"
