"Alright, Tianling Divine Son. I'll come visit you next time."
Kong Daoxi's eyes were like limpid pools as she murmured in a gentle voice.
She might as well have had "I like you, Ye Tianling" written in big letters across her face.
Ye Tianling watched Kong Daoxi and her three companions leave before turning his gaze to the two from the Profound Yin Race.
"Tianling Divine Son, we're sorry! We truly had nothing to do with Mo Yuxi. We tried to persuade him not to act so recklessly, but he refused to listen."
At this moment, Mo Yuqian and Mo Yufan finally realized their turn had come. Trembling with fear, they immediately bowed and apologized.
"Hmph. I never sensed any killing intent from either of you, so we'll let this matter drop. You're Mo Yuqian, correct? I know you're a schemer, but don't play your little games with me. I despise it when people who think they're clever try to show off in my presence."
