Negotiation

Back to the ground!

Disregarding what everyone else was thinking, Ling Yun pulled An Qing and walked up the divine peak.

Mu Batian held the body of Mu Nan the Great Emperor and wept bitterly, clenching his fists in utter helplessness as he allowed Ling Yun to leave, while the crowd from the sacred land whispered among themselves.

Somewhere in the Demon God Sea.

Demon Venerable Hong Tian clutched his right hand, his face turning pale and his eyes suddenly growing ice-cold.

"The God Realm, the Divine Lord? This is only just beginning."

"He chopped off one of my hands, and then crushed the other."

"He killed my disciple."

"Hmph hmph, I'll remember this score clearly."

Before long, his hand grew back. His gaze was exceptionally cold, and he wondered how his other disciple, Mu Nan, was doing. A trace of worry stirred in his heart.

Divine peak.

Inside the elegant courtyard.

Ling Yun's entire group was here. Zhao Xin and Ji Wushuang had both followed along shamelessly, directly ignoring the words of a certain Divine Lord!

Midway, a certain Divine Lord had used his divine sense in their minds to tell them to come up, otherwise, a fierce battle would have been unavoidable.

"Daddy, Qianqian wants to sleep." The little one yawned deeply and began rubbing her eyes.

"Go to sleep." Ling Yun smiled and helped her close her eyes.

The little one secretly opened them again!

An Qing laughed despite herself. "Is it fun?"

The little one shook her head, then closed her eyes of her own accord to go to sleep.

"Handsome Uncle, touch... touch!" Beibei poked her head out toward Ling Yun, acting spoiled as she begged for divine power.

"Beibei, go to sleep if you're tired. Don't play around, or you'll get bitten by bugs