After a brief understanding, Ling Yun finally learned their identities.
The middle-aged man said his name was Duan Shuiliu!
Ling Yun shook his head; he had never heard of him. Yan Xuefei rolled her eyes—how could the former, being so proud, possibly have heard of him!
She was different, her body trembling slightly. Duan Shuiliu was a notoriously famous figure since ancient times, the senior brother Duan Shuiliu who ranked first on the Heavenly Rankings!
The woman did not have such a grand background. Her name was Qing Qing; she was merely a disciple of some female sect whom Duan Shuiliu had rescued more than twenty years ago. Later, as affection grew over time, they tied the knot.
The little one stared at Qing Qing, then greeted her very politely in a milky voice. Ling Yun secretly nodded; she truly was an obedient child.
Who would have thought!
This child asked her if she had any divine artifacts as gifts, telling her to just casually hand over a few pieces and not to stand on ceremony!
Ling Yun: "..."
Yan Xuefei: "..."
Qing Qing covered her mouth and smiled. "You're so cute. Divine artifacts aren't just lying around."
"Oh..."
The little one scratched her head. Were they rare? Why could her daddy casually flick his hand and conjure one out of thin air?
Conjure?
If Ling Yun knew that what she was thinking of was like this, his face would inevitably turn dark. That was refining, not conjuring!
Beibei provided a supplementary blow. "No divine artifacts, just casually give dozens of immortal artifacts..."
"Not many, just dozens..." Little Irene said in a milky voice.
Ling Yun: "Stop fooling around, run along and behave yourselves."
Duan Shuiliu felt genuinely embarrassed. Let alone immortal artifacts, he didn't even possess spirit artifacts. Over