Queen of the Martial Border, Ling Qingzhu

Hearing the kind tone from the woman in white clothes before him, Mu Chen's guard against the stranger lowered. Even though the woman had an inhospitable temperament, maybe because Lin Jing was beside her, they could finally see her gentle side.

Accordingly, Mu Chen scratched his head and no longer hesitated. "Aunt Ling."

Since Lin Jing was the little princess from the Martial Border, obviously the woman in white clothes in front of them was the Queen of the Martial Border. This identity was indeed astonishing, and if they could get support from her, it would be an amazing backing.

However, Mu Chen did not think too much about it. He approached Lin Jing not because of her identity, but because he had a pure good impression about this vital girl who seemed to be casual but was actually extremely intelligent.