"Is there anything I can help you with, Guardian?" Ling Yan asked.
With a difficult expression on his face, Xue Fu frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Now that the Central Mainland is in danger, we can only count on the Holy Lord to protect us. If Young Master Lin can make the Holy Lord happy, you have our thanks."
Seeing that Ye Qingtang had been with Ling Yan a lot lately, he mistakenly thought that she needed him to vent her frustrations.
Ling Yan looked at Xue Fu's sincere expression and the edges of his lips curled into a smile.
"I will be sure to service the Holy Lord as well as I can."
Service?
Xue Fu nodded silently.
Ling Yan's status as a 'male pet' was becoming more and more real.
Back in her room, Ye Qingtang had taken out all of the Holy Lord of Shadows's Dharma artifacts and was inspecting them one at a time. She found seven to eight rings but had no idea which was the Netherworld Ring, if any at all.
