"Do you think she'll succeed?" Jiang Feiling asked.
"Not very likely," Li Tianming said.
"Why? Isn't that old granny pretty nice?" Jiang Feiling asked.
"I no longer have even a shred of goodwill toward the Moon God Clan. It can't be wrong to assume the worst in everything. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment," Li Tianming said gravely.
"Brother, this is a difficult time. The Yanhuang human race is swaying in wind and rain, we still have to be on guard against Bodhi, and Xiao Feng's fate is unknown. It's already too difficult for us to rely on the Moon God Clan to rise. Sadly, we have no other choice. You're right—these people only want to use us. They won't truly pity us," Jiang Feiling said.
"It's nothing. This is actually for the best. I won't feel psychologically burdened just because I'm cultivating here." He took a deep breath and said, "Ling'er, if Granny Yuehe still refuses to remove this thing from you, you may have to endure it for a little while—ten days or half a month. Giving me a year is underestimating me too much. If I can attain the Stepping Heaven realm, I'll take back my Eastern Emperor Sword and leave this place. I refuse to believe I can accomplish nothing without the Moon God Clan."
"Mm, Brother, it's fine. I can hold on. I'm just tied up, aren't I? It doesn't stop you from kissing me, does it?" Jiang Feiling blinked. Seeing the surging fury in Li Tianming's heart, she tried to be playful and help him relax.
"Ling'er..." Li Tianming stroked her cheek. When his palm landed on the Moon Soul Blood Dragon, his fury began shooting upward again.
This was the wrath of an emperor.
"I brought you out of the Vermilion