"Succession, the passing of the mantle?"
Qin Jiaming elongated the tone and chuckled softly.
She stood on tiptoes, hugged Chen Ye's arm, leaned close to his ear, and whispered,
"Then big brother, let's hurry back... Jiaming also wants to be properly inherited by big brother."
After speaking, she playfully winked at Chen Ye, hurriedly pulling him out of the threshold of the Celestial Ash Hall.
As the two left, the hunched old woman outside also silently vanished into the cold wind.
Inside the Celestial Ash Hall.
"Bang --!"
Tuoba Mianjiang couldn't contain the fury in his heart and with a wave of his large sleeve, directly smashed a thick white bone pillar in front of him into mere powder!
The bone dust fell like snow, landing on his extremely twisted face.
"What a Qing Xuan... why does she see him differently?"
Tuoba Mianjiang gnashed his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes almost palpable.
The Divine Son, the legacy of Lord Luoxiao.
