"Really?"
Demon Mother Su Yao stared at Song Yan, her eyes glinting with a secretive eagerness.
Song Yan sighed and said, "No."
Demon Mother Su Yao playfully hit him, saying, "Bad guy!"
Song Yan gazed at the weak point of the black heart and suddenly said, "Wife, I might not be able to pierce it alone. If I fail, I'll run to the edge of the Sea of Suffering, and you'll have to return to the sea.
If the Insect King or Elephant Emperor come to capture us, we'll have to fight to the death, but no matter what, it'll be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—a complete waste, with nothing gained.
This time, you can't hold back."
Demon Mother Su Yao fell silent.
Song Yan suddenly said, "This place is the tomb of the Lingbo Ancient Race. You have some connection with them, wife. Is it possible... you've already inherited the vast legacy of the Lingbo Ancient Race? Tsk, tsk, eight thousand years of heritage, quite substantial."
