Ye Tianling frowned slightly.
'This Yao Ling's defiance is carved into her very bones!'
'However, if I could capture a Golden-winged Roc like her as a mount, wouldn't that be even more interesting?'
'So she likes the domineering, cold type? Fine, I'll play along.'
Lost in thought, Ye Tianling adjusted his demeanor and began to put on an act.
Ye Tianling gazed at the Royal Family's Celestial Tower, quietly absorbing the runic aura of its ancient Dao rhythm. After composing himself, his demeanor grew noticeably colder.
Then, leaving behind Xia Xinqin, Xia Xinran, and the other two young women, as well as Yao Lun, Ye Tianling walked to the entrance of the Royal Family's Celestial Tower alone.
At the entrance to the Royal Family's Celestial Tower was a white curtain of light.
