"Who!?" Shang Wuqing, who was cultivating in his private place, screamed in shock as the barrier protecting the Dark Moon Plateau shattered. He froze as soon as Ling Yun brought Di Tousen and the others into his room. "Fuck! My injuries haven't recovered after two years, but they suddenly appeared here!" "Hehe! Haha! Do you want to kill me now, my dear grandmother? Go on, kill me, your last descendant."
"Idiot!" Ling Xi cursed at Shang Wuqing. "Currently, you are her last descendant, but she is no longer alone, and she is my husband's wife."
"Huh?" Shang Wuqing was shocked to hear that, but the truth was before his eyes, as Ling Yun hugged Di Tousen tightly. "Hahaha! What a shameless old woman! Back then, you blamed my master for your mistakes, and now you've given yourself to a snotty brat much younger than you."
