An Lan's words left Ling Tianyu momentarily stunned. Who was she talking about? Judging by her tone, she was referring to someone across from them.
Cut off all descendants—birth comes with death.
Ling Tianyu fixed his gaze on Hong Yan and the others across from him, noticing Ningyang's expression shift from calm to sinister, with rage visibly flickering in his pupils.
"Could it be him?" Ling Tianyu secretly speculated in his heart.
"Humph!" An Lan snorted coldly, took the initiative to wrap her arm around Ling Tianyu's neck, and planted a gentle kiss on his left cheek. She dared not kiss him on the lips for fear of displeasing him, so she decided to kiss his cheek instead—purely to provoke the people across from them.
"The two of us don't want children yet; it's simply not the right time. But when we do, having seventy or eighty kids won't be a problem. My husband is a descendant of Emperor Ling God. Do you know who Emperor Ling God is?"
