Yao Tianhuo raised his brows when he saw the dragon scale from behind.
A token of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan—its weight was enough to let someone walk unhindered through the Northern Domain of the Central Plains.
Lu Heng did not refuse. He took the dragon scale and stored it in his Storage Ring.
"Thank you."
Hei Qing said no more. He held two fingers together like a blade and casually slashed at the empty space before him.
A pitch-black spatial rift split open out of nowhere. Violent spatial currents churned along both sides of the passage, yet they could not harm Hei Qing in the slightest.
Protecting Zi Yan, Hei Qing stepped into the spatial rift.
At the very last moment before entering the passage, Zi Yan still poked half her body out and waved vigorously at Lu Heng.
"Lu Heng, wait for me to come back!"
The spatial rift slowly closed, and tranquility returned to the small courtyard.
After seeing Zi Yan off, the courtyard fell quiet for a time.
Qing Lin lowered her head, looking somewhat dejected.
Lu Heng withdrew his gaze and rubbed Qing Lin's hair.
"She's returning to her clan to receive her inheritance. That's a good thing. You'll see each other again someday."
Yao Tianhuo walked up with his hands behind his back, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"A royal descendant of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, and you really managed to raise her for so long. With this connection, you'll have another trump card when acting in the Central Plains."
Lu Heng shook his head.
"External help is never a long-term solution. The only person I have ever relied on is myself."
Yao Tianhuo stroked his beard and burst into hearty laughter.
"With your temperament, young master, if this old man had been