At this moment.
A mature woman appeared, her figure exceptional, causing Qin Yang to feel an impulse, but as he thought of the goddess in his heart, he silently chastised himself—how could he have such thoughts?
The goddess was the only one in his heart.
"Who are you?" The mature woman asked cautiously, her eyes fixed on Lin Fan and the others with vigilance, not daring to relax even a bit. She held a talisman tightly in her palm behind her back.
If the other party dared to act rashly,
She would call for help immediately.
"Ladies, please rest assured, we are not bad people," Lin Fan said in a gentle tone, hoping his soft demeanor would ease their wariness. While the Immortal Realm was full of dangers, if someone were to say where the existing good people are, it would undoubtedly be them.
