A dozen or so days after Ling Tian emerged from seclusion, Xi Yue finally arrived, and the Black Dragon and the others brought Mo Yu, Xing Zhan, and their companions with them. After such a long time apart, a joyful reunion was inevitable, and songs and laughter filled Lingxiao Pavilion's residence.
Xi Yue was highly esteemed, and much older than Old Man Ling and the others. Naturally, she wouldn't address them according to the usual generational order. In front of her, Old Man Ling and the others were juniors, so they each addressed one another as they saw fit.
This time, Xi Yue had brought nearly ten divine artifacts, far exceeding Ling Tian's expectations. Mo Yu and the others had brought even more—thirty in all. One look at the grin on his face made it clear how many people Mo Fei had "shaken down."
Dozens of divine artifacts were laid out together, gleaming in a dazzling array of colors, their unique auras flowing around them. It was a magnificent sight.
Seeing so many divine artifacts, Ling Tian was overwhelmed with excitement. He looked at Xi Yue, gratitude written all over his face. "Auntie, thank you. Tian'er will definitely..."
"That's enough. Don't bother with the formalities. Back then, Big Brother Yuan looked after me a great deal. I owe it to him that I've reached this level today. Giving you a few divine artifacts I don't need is nothing." Xi Yue waved a hand, cutting Ling Tian off. Seeing him hesitate, she added, "If you really want to thank me, then win first place in the interplane contest. And one more thing: protect Su Ying. Her strength is a little below yours."
At that, Su Ying's cheeks flushed pink, and she stole occasional glances at Ling Tian.
Ling Tian's brows furrowed