"You do not belong to the Human Clan. Come back with me to the Void Spirit Abyss. That is where you belong. We are family."
Having said that, Wang Yingling looked at Zhao Sheng with a confident smile, waiting for his response.
However, no matter what his response might be, willing or not, the eventual outcome would be the same—he would return with her to the Void Spirit Abyss.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng shook his head and said, "I won't go back with you. And whether one belongs to the Human Clan is not determined by bloodline, but by this."
With that, Zhao Sheng gently pounded his chest with his right hand.
Wang Yingling's expression froze, and a clear displeasure emerged between her brows.
"Heh heh!"
The cold laughter of White Turtle Gui Wujiu suddenly echoed in the room. "Boy, you really don't know how to appreciate favors. You probably don't realize how exalted and glorious the position of a member of the Holy Clan is.
