The Golden Dragon God understood what his companion was thinking. Helplessly, he nodded at Lin Qi, then shook his head again.
Lin Qi smiled and offered the five Dragon Kings of the Guardian Gods a few comforting words. He was in no hurry. With the Osmanthus Tree, the five Dragon Kings' physical injuries would soon recover. As for their power, given enough time, it too would gradually grow stronger. Lin Qi did not need them to return to their peak strength; as long as they possessed Imperial Lord-level power, that would be enough for him to sweep through the various divine clans of today.
With a relaxed smile, Lin Qi walked over to Lan Ling and Lan Mei, whom Alda had rendered unconscious with magic. Glancing at the two, bound up like rice dumplings, Lin Qi sneered and lightly waved a hand. "Take them with us. Once we leave this place, Alda, use every method you have to make them reveal their origins."
A vicious gleam flashed through his eyes as Lin Qi said in a low voice, "This is the first time anyone has plotted against an Origin Realm unit. I'm truly curious—who exactly is behind them? Celestial Crystal People? Heh, how could they possibly appear here?"
After remaining on Penglai Island for another day and night, the ten-million-strong army Ying Zheng had brought departed Penglai aboard warships. Before they withdrew, Alda cast a large-scale secret soul art upon them, thoroughly erasing all memories of the past several days. He also helped Ying Zheng control their souls, turning them into utterly loyal diehards devoted to Ying Zheng.
Lin Qi ordered Ying Zheng to leave first with the soldiers. As for whether Ying Zheng would return to the front lines of the Western Continent or first go back to the