After dinner, Ling Tianyu sat in the living room, swinging his water cup in his hand, thinking about who would come tomorrow. The Assassin Alliance had many people in charge, in addition to the five Hall Masters, there were numerous Helmsmen beneath them.
"So tired." Just after taking a sip of water, Duan Yanran walked over and sat on the couch, her hair still damp, obviously having just taken a shower.
Ling Tianyu put down the water cup in his hand, turned his head to glance at Duan Yanran, whose jade-like hand was rubbing her slender waist, knowing it was an occupational hazard.
His left hand lifted, a flash of white light followed, and instantly a thread of Spiritual Power entered her waist. Spiritual Power was precious, but compared to Yanran, it wasn't costly at all.
