Leng Yaozhu: He's asking me for help for another woman? I'll make sure he doesn't have an easy time.

The more Lin An listened, the brighter his eyes became.

With Tiangong Kaiwu's support, he could integrate the theoretical knowledge from his previous life with this world's technology.

But in the end, what he lacked was genuine Heaven Forging experience.

A few casual remarks from Leng Yaozhu were like a key, directly unlocking the dead knot that had stumped him for half a month.

He stared at Leng Yaozhu's profile, and the warmth in his gaze gradually changed.

It became scorching.

He wanted to empty out her brain.

Leng Yaozhu was in the middle of speaking when she suddenly felt that burning gaze fall upon her face.

Her heartbeat abruptly skipped a beat.

She instinctively straightened her back as an intense sense of satisfaction burst open in her chest.

"Actually, there's one more problem."

Lin An took an exquisite sealed box from his storage Soul Tool and set it on the coffee table.

Leng Yaozhu took it and opened it.

Inside lay a silvery-white scale.

Against the black velvet cushion, rainbow light flowed across the scale's surface.

Even wrapped in layers of seals, that terrifying fluctuation of power still seeped through the gaps, making the air throughout the room feel heavier.

Leng Yaozhu's expression changed at once.

She raised a hand, her fingertips lightly brushing over the scale's surface.

In that instant, her fingers trembled violently.

This power—had already exceeded the realm of mortals.

It carried the aura of a god.

What made it even harder for her to believe was that this aura contained an elemental fluctuation she knew all too well.

She had raised that disciple with her own hands and spent so many years by her side. How could she possibly fail to recognize it?

Gu Yue.

Why was Gu Yue's aura on this terrifying scale?

Leng