Xu Kun stepped aside and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Senior Xia, you think too highly of me. You are a peak Saint-tier expert, and your husband must not be an ordinary person either. How could I possibly have the ability to save him?"
Xia slowly raised her head. A trace of sorrow appeared on her beautiful face.
She said firmly, "No. In this world, if there is anyone who can save my husband, it is only you!"
"With just one word from you, my husband can be saved!"
Am I really that amazing? How come I never knew?
"Wait, Senior Xia. Forgive this junior for not understanding what you mean."
Qiao Ba, standing nearby, said, "The Light Elf Race reappeared in this age, but to avoid disaster, they no longer used their original racial name. Instead, they named themselves after the strongest member of their race. Huan Ling was Her Majesty's husband. His honorific title was Huan Ling, and his name was Luo!"
"As for Her Majesty's honorific title, it is Ni Yu!"
Huan Ling, Ni Yu!
At this point, something had to be mentioned. Whether it was the present-day Huan Ling Race or the Dwarf Race, despite both being S-Tier Races, neither possessed an expert above the Seventh Realm!
But that did not mean their races had no one capable of breaking through the Seventh Realm!
"Since you were trying to avoid disaster, the Huan Ling Race should not have participated in the struggles among the myriad races. Yet the truth is that the Huan Ling Race has become one of the Angel Race's Three Illusory Races. Senior Xia, that could not have been your original intention, could it?" Xu Kun grasped the heart of the matter and asked.
"That's right. My Huan Ling Race never wished to