"Do I need to report to you?" Wen Qinglian sneered.
The sect master gritted his teeth.
"The Origin Tyrant Blood will only be lost the first time," Wen Qinglian said calmly.
"Who is it?" The sect master's expression was ugly.
She had long wanted Wen Qinglian to give her first time to her son. The two of them would be a strong couple, one Holy Son and one Holy Maiden.
Even if he really faced the legendary hundred-thousand-year tribulation, he would not be afraid.
Unfortunately, there were two ancestors behind Wen Qinglian, so she could not use force. Otherwise…
"It's too late now. What can I do even if I say it?" Wen Qinglian asked.
"Am I not good to you?" Why are you doing this? You're so smart, don't you know what I'm thinking?"
"I was in danger. That was the only way to save me." Wen Qinglian sneered.
"Tell me, who is that person?"
