Bi Lian only felt that Li Ling was a mortal.
This swordfighter, whose aura was fiercely unmatched, now had a face full of tenderness and concern.
"Go rest in the room for a bit,"
Bi Lian softly said.
"Stay with me."
Li Ling looked at Bi Lian, his eyes brimming with deep affection.
Bi Lian slightly bit her lip, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a flush of red crept up her cheeks.
"Mhm."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.
Just then, a heroic man walked in.
"I've seen master."
The heroic man spoke and knelt before Li Ling.
Bi Lian was puzzled—for when had her little lover become someone else's master?
With a light wave of his hand, Li Ling caused Bi Lian to fall into a coma, incidentally erasing her recent memories.
Only then did Li Ling step out and looked at the heroic man kneeling on the ground, "Monkey, there's no need for such formalities with your master. How are things in the Eastern Continent?"
The one kneeling was indeed the Macaque King.
