Watching Ye Tianling's cold, domineering demeanor, Yao Ling suddenly thought, 'Even though this man is uncultured—a "hick"—he's a hick Divine Child, at the very least. Actually... hmm, he's quite impressive.'
"Oh, right. Come on, transform into your mount form. I'm going to step on your head and fly out of here."
Ye Tianling beckoned to Yao Ling with his finger. Yao Ling's eyes went wide as she stared at him. "Me? But I'm a beautiful woman! You… you'd actually do something like that!"
"Are you going to do it or not?"
Ye Tianling wasn't buying Yao Ling's act.
'This proud Golden Roc girl will become completely lawless if I don't teach her a harsh lesson.'
"Uh, fine. Alright."
Yao Ling felt resigned. The influence of bloodline hierarchy was immense, to say nothing of the fact that Ye Tianling's bloodline was far, far more superior than she had ever imagined.
A bet was a bet. Having lost, she had to pay the price for her promise.
