Lin Qing Rong’s Invitation

Upon hearing Duan Ling Tian's words, the young woman cried out in surprise, "Y-You're not from the Dao Martial Saint Land?"

"Yes." Duan Ling Tian nodded. He was confused, he did not know why the young woman in front of him was surprised.

He must admit this young woman was very good-looking. Although she was not as beautiful as his two fiancés, she was still a beauty.

Due to her earlier warning, Duan Ling Tian was quite fond of her.

"Could it be that you're actually from the Mortal Continent?" The young woman stared at Duan Ling Tian as though she had just seen a ghost.

"Yes, I'm from the Mortal Continent," Duan Ling Tian nodded and asked in confusion, "Why are you so surprised?"

"Wait a minute, let me confirm a few things… Are you born and raised in the Mortal Continent? Or are you a native of the Dao Martial Saint Land who migrated to the Mortal Continent after you're born?" The young woman asked again.