Feng Tianzheng froze for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.
He had thought it would be some extraordinary condition. Who would have guessed it was such a trivial matter?
"No problem! Of course there's no problem!" he agreed readily.
"Once we return to the sect, I'll report to the Sect Master at once and have him personally clear your name!"
In any case, he would trick her into returning first. Once they reached the territory of the Zhan Tian Sect—
Whether she was round or flat, wouldn't she be at their mercy?
"I hope you'll keep your word." Yang Lingtian spoke coldly.
After saying that, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. His vision went black.
His body went limp, and he collapsed toward the ground.
"Miss Yang!"
Feng Tianzheng reacted swiftly and lunged forward.
Before Yang Lingtian hit the ground, he caught his "soft" body securely in his arms.
The moment he touched her warm, delicate body, a faint maidenly fragrance drifted into his nose.
Even Feng Tianzheng's heart, which had been as still as an ancient well for tens of thousands of years, could not help but ripple.
He hastily reined in his thoughts, not daring to harbor the slightest hint of blasphemy.
This was a treasure meant to be offered to the Hao Xing Envoy.
If he developed any improper thoughts, it would absolutely be a dead end.
"Quick, bring me the God Binding Rope!" Feng Tianzheng barked at the disciples behind him.
Although she had already fainted, the necessary procedures could not be skipped.
This woman was far too monstrous. Who knew whether she was pretending to be unconscious?
He had to use a specially crafted treasure to restrain her completely before he could feel at ease.
Soon, a disciple