Wanwan approached Lin Lang with graceful, lotus-like steps. "Young Master, are you angry because you knew we found Duke Yang's Treasure Vault but didn't invite you?"
"Let me massage your shoulders. Don't be angry anymore, all right?"
Looking at Wanwan, Lin Lang really did find it impossible to stay angry.
Besides, he was certain that Wanwan and Zhu Yuyan alone could not enter the Evil King's Tomb.
"Young Master, may I borrow the Heavenly Sword?"
Lin Lang crossed his legs. "You couldn't break the seal on the Evil King's Tomb, so you want to try a divine weapon?"
"I can't lend you the Heavenly Sword for now. I left it at Blackwood Cliff."
"Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling can break the seal by combining their True Qi from the Longevity Formula. Aren't you hunting them down?"
Wanwan sat opposite Lin Lang. "Nothing really escapes you, Young Master. I wanted to invite you, but my master refused."
"But please believe me, Young Master. I trust you completely. Even if you have no desire to contend for the world, what if your son does?"
"I can wait. It's only a decade or two."
The Yin Kui Sect had already waited hundreds of years. What was a little longer?
She was only twenty herself. Twenty years later, she should be at her physical peak, with her martial experience at its height as well. Perhaps by then, she would have perfected the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art.
Lin Lang gave Wanwan a sidelong look. "You certainly plan far ahead. What if I don't have a son?"
Wanwan covered her mouth and giggled. "If others can't bear you one, I can, as long as you're willing."
Lin Lang looked at Wanwan. "Don't tell me that was your ultimate goal? I'll teach my own