The Heavenly Mystic Ancient Clan had only me left. I had thought my imperial father, who had passed away long ago, had also been invited to assault the Immortal Road during the Primordial Era, only to fail and perish...
Times were different now. Even if I was inferior to you in battle, my cultivation was now equal to yours, wasn't it? When the time came, I could also assault that realm and share some of the pressure for you...
That little girl can do it, so why can't I? I admit that she is astonishing, but if we truly fought to the death, I might not lose to her...
I can do everything you can take her to do as well..."
Hearing this,
Tan Lin looked into her eyes and suddenly gave a soft laugh.
The smile was faint, yet it was like ice on an ancient pool melting beneath the first sunlight, leaving Tianling staring at him in a daze.
"You and her are different."
Tan Lin said.
"How are we different?"
Tianling pressed, with a trace of unwillingness in her voice.
Tan Lin did not answer. He merely lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Mmh..."
Tianling's pupils widened slightly, as though she had not expected him to suddenly do such a thing.
Yet in the next instant, she closed her eyes and responded passionately.
That kiss carried the pent-up feelings of several hundred years, as well as faint resentment and affection.
Tianling's hands tightly wrapped around Tan Lin's neck.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Tianling's breathing was slightly hurried. Her cheeks were flushed, her violet-gold eyes shimmered with moisture, and her gaze was utterly enchanting.
Looking at Tan Lin's handsome face so close before her, she suddenly giggled.
"Why are you being so proactive? Could