"You're all safe, get up quickly," Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor said, shaking his head.
Su Min and Madam Yang conversed. The few of them were all watery-eyed, practically crying in each other's arms.
Zhao Xin still felt somewhat guilty for failing to protect Su Min and letting her be frightened. Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor was quite gratified—at least Zhao Xin had that intent.
Ji Wushuang walked over, tugging at Ling Yun. "Emperor Lord, you're truly invincible. Right, the Gate of Heaven really does have a grudge against us, doesn't it?"
"Isn't that obvious? Old Man Shan's character is known to everyone in the Twelve Domains. He's extremely rigorous, and I'd bet he was the one who proposed attacking you this time." Ling Yun answered calmly.
"That damn old bastard was wiped out by Xin Chuge. It feels amazing—this time, the Gate of Heaven suffered a one-way trip with no return." Ji Wushuang replied with a face full of bitter hatred.
"Who knows if the Gate of Heaven will make any moves this time? They're in the dark while you're in the light, so you'd better be careful." Ling Yun warned.
Nobody knew better than Ling Yun what kind of force the Gate of Heaven was: a pack of sanctimonious hypocrites, just as fake as Putuo Temple, to the point of disgust.
"I know." Ji Wushuang nodded. They were all seasoned veterans who more or less understood the inside stories of the Gate of Heaven, and Ling Yun's words rang very true.
"Anyway, just be careful." Ling Yun worried about the schemes and plots of the Gate of Heaven. They wouldn't amount to much on him, but it was hard to say for Zhao Xin and Ji Wushuang; he worried they would suffer losses.
"Got it. Why was the Nine Heavens