"You can go back now!"

Zi Ling said as she raised her tender hands and crossed the circle in the air, forming a complicated charm magic.

Without waiting for the satyr to even reply, a giant purple vortex emerged behind him and the giant beast was inhaled.

"You are Zi Ling, are you not?"

Shi Mu looked at Zi Ling's little figure and asked slowly.

"Hehe, Zi Ling is my sister. My name is Zi He. Throughout this journey, Sect Fellow Shi Mu had been taking such good care of my sister. As for you others, how do I divide?" Zi Ling heard the words and turned around. She smiled lightly at Shi Mu. With a clear voice, her tone was not of a child.

"Since you are so polite, then I shall accept it."

After listening without much response, Shi Mu gladly accepted.

After a while, he made the last piece of the Qingshan Order on his own. As a circle of blue light illuminated, the nucleus in the token had been transferred into Shi Mu's token.

"Sect Fellow Zi He, what do