Authentic Or Fake (1)

Ling Yan chuckled. "It will be very difficult for Miss Ye to single-handedly take on the Ancient You Clan."

"So this was all part of your plan?" The little azure dragon widened its eyes slightly. Ling Yan was truly brilliant to be able to manipulate people so precisely from a thousand miles away.

Ling Yan laughed but did not reply.

In the Temple of Shadows, Ye Qingtang had returned to her sleeping chambers. But the moment she recalled the events of the Hall of Gloom, she felt terrified again. If Ling Yan had not known the incantation of blessing, Ye Qingtang would have been exposed there and then.

When she thought about it, Ye Qingtang could not help but take out the voice transmission stone.

"Ling Yan."

"Yes, I'm here." Ling Yan's rather indolent voice rang out from the voice transmission stone.

"Thank you," said Ye Qingtang.

Ling Yan chuckled. "If Miss Ye really wants to thank me, why not marry me?"