Beibei nodded along as well. If she won't give it to us, we'll beat her up!
If Ling Yun knew what Beibei was thinking, he would definitely be utterly speechless.
Swish!
Swish!
Three figures flashed over at lightning speed, and Ling Yun frowned.
"You guys go on in first. Come out once you get it. I know them and need to have a quick chat," Ling Yun said with a sweet smile toward Yan Xuefei and the others.
Yan Xuefei shook her head. The three elders coming from the opposite direction were aggressive and menacing—how could he possibly know them? If it were Ling Yun in his previous guise, perhaps someone would recognize him.
"Daddy... hurry up, oh, and don't drink. It stinks!" The little one nodded, then pinched her nose with an expression of extreme disgust.
Ling Yun: "..."
Beibei took the lead in walking inside, saying, "Follow me quickly and let's go find some magic treasures."
"Mm-hmm!"
Yan Xuefei immediately shot Ling Yun a deep look before hurrying after them, leaving only Ling Yun behind in the spot.
Meanwhile, the three elders in midair stared coldly at Ling Yun.
The three of them were the stewards of Prosperous Auction who had rushed to the Poison Forest: Steward Li, Steward He, and Steward Mu from Immortal Emperor eighteen!
"Oh no, they want to go inside and get the Taixu Divine Armor!"
"All of you stop right there. The inside is not a place you can enter."
Steward Mu and Li spoke one after another with faces full of anger.
Steward He let out a loud shout, pointing at Ling Yun as he said, "You're courting death!"
"You guys are too noisy." Ling Yun sat on the ice chair with a half-smile, and the chair slowly rose, looking down at