The woman didn't care. She let go, and the mask fell. Then she crushed it underfoot. "What Lord Lu, what Lingling Clan, what Clock Organization—it doesn't matter. What matters is that you, Young Master Ling, won't heed anyone's orders. You're one of a kind in all the world."
Young Master Ling smiled. "You really do understand me. Is Old Ancestor Ling Que so invested in that Lord Lu? Interesting. The more he cares about something, the more I want to destroy it. Just thinking about it is fun."
The woman smiled too. "That's right. So I'm giving myself to you."
Young Master Ling watched her with a smile. "What time are you in the Clock?"
"I don't have a set time. You could say I can be whatever time I want."
"What are you trying to do?"
"Stay here and seek protection."
"Do you know why I fell out with Old Ancestor Ling Que?"
The woman was curious. "I really don't know. I'm sure the whole Cubic Distance is curious. As the Lingling Clan's only person to awaken the bloodline of Du Pingsheng, the Seventh Barrier's Fortress Lord from the Nine Fortresses, and the top-ranked person on both lists to receive the Suppressing Artifact Zhuo Treasure, the Seven Needles of Yanmen, from the Qing Family, why did you turn against your own clan? Are you willing to tell me, Young Master Ling?"
Young Master Ling slowly put on her mask. "The answer is simple."
"I'm a conservative. My ancestor is a radical."
"What do you mean?"
"My ancestor thinks everyone should worship Lord Lu. Lord Lu is the savior of Human Civilization; without him, there would be no Human Civilization. I don't agree." Her words made the woman smile even more brightly. Young Master Ling grabbed the Silver Spear. "I