"Taiping King, thank you for saving me." Inside Caiyun Peak, Xian'er offered her sincere thanks.
The gloom that had previously clouded Xian'er's features was gone, replaced by her usual gentle, sweet smile.
The Taiping King looked a little embarrassed. "Miss Xian'er, you can just call me Luo Bing. That's my real name."
"Besides, there's no need to thank me. Even if I hadn't stepped in just now, with the Prison Ward—I mean, with Lin Han's strength, he could have easily resolved the situation."
"That's impossible, isn't it?" Xian'er gave Lin Han a doubtful look.
'Those were two Martial Kings, after all.'
'Could Lin Han really have handled that on his own?'
As far as Xian'er was concerned, Jiang Zishang had retreated only because he was intimidated by the Taiping King's power and the private army he'd brought with him.
"Although he's only at the Peak of Grandmaster, his true strength surpasses that of an ordinary Martial King," Luo Bing said with a smile.
