Ling Chen and Liu Xiling stood on opposite sides of the mountain stream, looking at each other. The atmosphere was extremely subtle.
"Saintess, since Ling Chen is your son, why not bring him back to the Saint Witch Religion and nurture him well? I believe that before long, the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demonic Sect will have one more member," Xia Ji suddenly suggested, bowing to Liu Xiling.
Hearing this, the two Supreme Demonic Grandmasters couldn't help but sneer. "What a joke! It's already a disgrace that this boy is alive in the world. Now you want to bring him into our Holy Church? Do you think the Saintess hasn't endured enough disgrace?"
"Exactly. Seeing as he has blood ties to the Saintess, we will spare his life today. But if we encounter him again, he will be killed without mercy!"
Truly foolish and shortsighted. A look of disdain flashed through Xia Ji's beautiful eyes. These two are truly obstinate old fools.
