Eastern Kingdom.
Golden Dragon Cave.
In the Sect Leader's bedchamber.
Under Lin Lang's attack, Yan Xiaofan and Wang Puyu successively fell, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
"Is that all you've got?"
Lin Lang said with a smile.
"Lin Lang, you're so mean, teasing us like that!"
Hearing this, Yan Xiaofan pouted and said.
She thought Lin Lang was talking about them.
But in fact, Lin Lang was referring to Pope Mitchell—
He had just used his Divine Sense to investigate and already knew the situation over in the Beautiful Country.
Now that Mitchell was dead, the crisis had been resolved.
Sunlight Qianyu was on the way back to the Eastern Kingdom!
...
"Exactly!"
Wang Puyu had also misunderstood and, spurred by a competitive spirit, stubbornly climbed back up and said:
"That's just unfair! Let's go again, even if it costs me twenty years of cultivation! I won't let you look down on me!"
Lin Lang could only respond:
