The Spirit Realm had been ravaged by the great battle, and chaotic currents still ran wild through it from time to time. Even with the Ling Clan cleaning things up, it would still take a long while to recover.
At the site of the battle, only Zhao Li and Ling Haoran stood side by side. On closer look, Ling Haoran could faintly be seen standing half a step behind him.
He had not felt much earlier, but now that they were alone, even though Zhao Li did nothing at all, Ling Haoran still felt a little pressure. There was no other reason; the gap in strength was simply too vast. He was afraid that one careless move might anger Zhao Li—who had just forced Hun Tiandi back and could be considered the Ling Clan's benefactor—and make him finish what Hun Tiandi had left undone.
Being at a ruler's side was like being at a tiger's side; that was not just empty talk. Still, Ling Haoran was, after all, the leader of one of the strongest forces on the continent, and he himself was someone who could rank among the top ten of the Dou Qi Continent. He quickly adjusted himself and began making conversation.
"Alas, I knew that girl had always been under pressure, but I never imagined it had already reached such a point. This time, it was all thanks to Senior Zhao Li. Not only did you save our clan, you also let the pressure in her heart ease."
He was a shrewd man. Judging from what had happened earlier, Zhao Li had some connection with Ling Meng and the others. Using them to build a relationship with Zhao Li was clearly far more effective than relying on his identity as the leader of the Ling Clan.
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