Yun Mo shook his head. "In the end, it was only because you were here, Senior, that nothing else went wrong. Thank you!"
Lin Diao watched him with those uncanny eyes and merely nodded.
"All right, all right, Yun Mo, Uncle Diao doesn't like this sort of thing. Hmm-but you can just give me the credit for whatever gratitude you owe him. Hehe." Lin Jing blinked her lively, starry eyes and teased him.
She had breathed a sigh of relief when Yun Mo woke up. After all, in her heart, she really did consider Yun Mo and Wen Qingxuan two of her few friends.
Hearing her clear, lovely voice, Yun Mo smiled. "Sure. Next time we divide the spoils, you can take the biggest share."
"It's called sharing the spoils of victory." Lin Jing rolled her eyes at him, then her gaze shifted. "Since you're fine now, let's get back to the Supreme Road!"
Lin Diao chuckled and gently caught hold of Lin Jing. "Your father sent word asking me to bring you back. Besides, we've been away long enough this time. At your current cultivation level, retracing the entire road your father walked won't be so easy."
"No, Uncle Diao! Let me train here a little longer. I feel like it's better here than at home!" Lin Jing's little face filled with alarm. She tried to dart away, but she could not escape Lin Diao's immediate vicinity at all.
Lin Diao had watched her grow up and knew her temperament. Shaking his head, he stopped paying her any attention and spoke to Yun Mo again. "The Evil Clan's mark between your brows has fused too deeply with your divine soul. I can't remove it for now.
Yun Mo froze, his brows drawing tightly together. He had thought that once