Dealing a Trump Card

"Ling Han!" Many Flower Blossom Tier warriors roared angrily. This youngster was too young, making it hard for them to have the respect for him as a Heaven Grade alchemist.

Ling Han cracked a smile, and simply pretended not to have heard them.

The golem was extremely gloomy. The rock pillars were truly unpalatable; it turned its head frequently towards Ling Han, hoping to receive master's kind permission to no longer munch on these rocks.

"Alright, you want to see Yue Hong Chang, then I'll let you see her!" Ao Feng spoke up. He was a Spiritual Infant Tier warrior's descendant, so his words were naturally more effective than normal Flower Blossom Tier cultivators'; waving his hand, someone immediately left.

Ling Han frowned. Ao Feng's anger wasn't that intense, and even had the trace of a lofty smirk deep within his eyes; could it be that he'd already guessed his relationship with Yue Hong Chang?