A Sword to Seal the Throat

Beibei and Little Irene ran down, hugged Ling Yun's thighs, and raised their gazes without speaking, acting cute!

Ling Yun's face darkened completely. His image was utterly destroyed by them.

"Brother Yun!"

Zhao Xin that fellow came back covered in sweat, followed by Ji Wushuang!

These two had no idea where they were affected and blown away by that punch that erupted just moments ago, only returning now.

"How do you have time to come?" Ling Yun asked curiously.

Zhao Xin was awkward. Of course he was embarrassed to say in front of everyone that he went to attack God Realm, so he awkwardly said, "We can talk about this another time."

The little one's eyes rolled around, and she said in a milky voice, "Don't ask my daddy to drink..." After finishing, she tightly hugged Ling Yun's neck and simply refused to let go.

Immediately, she asked quietly beside Ling Yun's ear, "Daddy, will Qianqian grow wings in the future?"

"No..."

"Oh!" The little one replied with a bit of disappointment, and Ling Yun didn't pay attention to her expression either.

"Emperor Lord, didn't Tianqi fuse with the Tai Chi Seal to become immortal? How did he die?" North Divine Venerable still didn't understand.

Several people nearby were waiting for Ling Yun's answer, but Ling Yun shook his head. "He just died. The Tai Chi Seal isn't as awesome as you guys bragged." Immediately, he gave them a sidelong glance. "Don't you all have work to do?"

North Divine Venerable and the others went off to be busy, and East Divine Venerable came over again!

"Emperor Lord, the matter of First Heaven can't just end like this, right?"

"First Heaven came over?" Ling Yun asked in return. He had no idea.

Little Irene said, "Wuwu, Brother, it was them.