"What are you going to do with the spoils of war?" Yang Lingqian asked.
"I'm going to take it for myself, of course." An Lin chuckled.
Yang Lingqian couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You're an honest savior at least."
The two of them descended from the sky.
None of the cultivators who had yet to escape from the Immortal King Palace dared to stop them.
"The White-Robed Exalted Immortal is here! Run!"
"Who is that woman? They seem quite close…"
"Could she be the White-Robed Exalted Immortal's dao partner?"
Some of the concubines' hearts throbbed with pain upon seeing this.
Never would Yang Lingqian guess just how much that pat on the head from An Lin would change her life and her position on this Divine Source Continent.
An Lin had just descended onto the ground when he was welcomed by a fat, round hug.
