"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you celebrating a little too soon?" Tian Chen looked down at her.
"Why did you help me?" Although Feng Ling had escaped Zhongli Wu's control, she still remembered that the Holy Spirit Cult's secret art was not something just anyone could undo.
When someone offered favors for no reason, they were either a scoundrel or a thief! Naturally, she understood that principle. They were neither kin nor friends, yet he had helped her right away. He had to be after something.
"Hmm!" Tian Chen silently withdrew the mark he had planted.
"Ah!" The instant the mark was withdrawn, Feng Ling felt the evil energy of her martial soul begin affecting her again.
She clutched her head in agony and fell to the ground.
"You should be grateful to the person who saved your life, not so arrogant!" Tian Chen looked down at Feng Ling from above.
"I was wrong! Please stop! I can't take it anymore!" Feng Ling reached toward Tian Chen.
Satisfied with her response, Tian Chen planted his mark in her again.
Once Feng Ling returned to normal, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, which lent a different allure to her lovely face.
After a long while, she looked at Tian Chen and slowly stood up. With mixed feelings, she said, "I'm sorry. I was wrong just now. Thank you for saving me!"
"Remember what you said!" Tian Chen replied coldly, seemingly unwilling to forgive her so easily.
"By the way, how did you know the Holy Spirit Cult's plans inside out? Don't tell me you have a spy in the Holy Spirit Cult!" Feng Ling was clearly astonished by his earlier knowledge of the cult's plans.
"Let's leave how I knew aside for now. First, I want to ask you something. Now that