"Ye Lin."
Ye Lin smiled faintly at the little girl, but inwardly, he did not underestimate her in the slightest, because she gave him a very dangerous feeling.
She looked harmless enough, yet the pressure this girl gave him was even greater than Qin Huang's earlier.
"Ye Lin, what a good name. From this moment on, I declare that you are a friend of mine, Zhao Ling'er. If anyone bullies you in the future, just give them my name. If that doesn't work, come find me—I'll stand up for you."
Zhao Ling'er patted her small chest and spoke with utter conviction.
"Alright. If I run into trouble, I'll definitely come to you."
Ye Lin smiled as well.
Boom, boom, boom.
Roar...
At that moment, several deafening blasts rang out from the distant horizon, followed by a soaring dragon's roar.
A golden dragon rose into the sky in the distance, the golden light radiating from its body illuminating heaven and earth. At the center of the golden dragon, a man and a woman walked toward them.
The man wore a golden dragon robe, his face full of majesty. A faint oppressive aura radiated from his body, making people afraid to meet his gaze.
The woman wore a phoenix robe, upon which was embroidered an incomparably beautiful Phoenix. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, as though she had stepped out of a painting.
What the two had in common was the faint, almost imperceptible pressure emanating from their bodies.
Unlike the pressure emitted by cultivators, this was a power even more tyrannical than pressure.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, why didn't you inform this prince of such a lively affair?"
A burst of laughter rang out. The expressions of the remaining people changed drastically, and they all stood respectfully where they were, not daring to