Ningyang spat out blood in rage and was temporarily sent to the Heaven Beyond Heaven Holy Land to recuperate.
The Tianwaitian Saint Master personally arranged the transport.
An Lan and Ling Tianyu's words were easy to say, but for Ningyang to hear them—it was a wholly different matter.
Ningyang's time of immortality had long surpassed measure, belonging to the same era as the Starry Elder. Perhaps even they themselves didn't know how many cycles of calamity they had survived.
Having always been without offspring, the accumulation of time gnawed at his heart endlessly. One could say that as long as he lived, he would forever bear the wound of being childless.
This was his bottom line, a boundary few dared to cross. However, Ling Tianyu and An Lan not only crossed it but repeatedly struck at his sore spot. Shameless, yes—but Ningyang and his group were even worse.
