“It’s sweet…”

Just as she wanted to comfort her, Tang Ketian took a deep breath and smiled: "It's all over."

When she raised her head again, there was no more turbulence in her eyes, and there was a kind of indifference that did not belong to an eleven-year-old child.

"Ling'er, what is your greatest wish?"

"My biggest wish is to find Sister Zhilan and Brother Wushang, and then..." She glanced at Tang Ketian, not knowing whether she should tell her this unknown secret. She was from a man named Xianyuan Continent 25,000 years ago.

Tang Ketian blinked her big eyes and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue talking. After hesitating for a moment, Luo Ling'er would still hide this secret. It was not that she didn't trust Tang Ketian, but that she was afraid that she would not believe it when she said it.

"Then I hope to return to my parents and relatives." After saying that, Luo Ling'er looked at her and asked, "Ketian, what is your dream?"

Tangketian's eyes became even colder, as if ice could freeze people.

"My dream is to become the number one killer in Menglan Continent."

Although Luo Ling'er knew that Tang Ketian's chances of becoming the number one killer in Menglan Continent were not very likely, she still looked at her encouragement and said, "Ketian, I believe you can succeed."

"Ling'er, it's time to fight again in a few days. Only twenty people can survive this time. You must follow me closely. In this world, I am the only relative of you. I don't want you to make any mistakes."

Looking at Tang Ketian, Luo Ling'er was moved. At least, in this strange continent, she felt warmth again.

"Ko sweet, thank you."

She hugged her tightly, and this time she had to let Tang Ketian go out alive no matter what.

"Okay! Let's go to bed!"

Tang Ketian didn't know that Luo Ling'er, who had been sleeping with him for three years, looked mediocre among their killers but could escape danger every time, was actually the one with the highest cultivation level among them.

On this day, they were taken to the martial arts performance hall of the Ziyan Gate by vultures early in the morning.

The martial arts venue is extremely wide and can accommodate tens of thousands of people. There are eight bronze drums around the martial arts venue. A pear blossom chair is placed in the center of the martial arts venue. Next to it are four women with plump figures, gorgeous clothes and pretty appearances, but their eyes are too cold, making people dare not get close to it.

On the pear blossom chair was a man with a silver mask on his face, making it impossible to see his appearance and age.

He was wearing an ice-blue silk tuxedo with elegant bamboo leaves embroidered on it, making him look refreshing, clean and neat.

Luo Ling'er quickly glanced at the vulture and saw that he was also humble to this man, for fear that he would make the young master unhappy if he accidentally did.

He raised his eyes, shook the ink painting folding fan in his hand gently, and said, "Are you ready?"

"Sir, everything is ready."

Vulture and others answered respectfully.

Luo Ling'er was shocked! Unexpectedly, the man in front of her would be the sect leader of Zi Yan Sect. Judging from his appearance, she really couldn't bear to believe that such a clean and elegant man would be the sect leader of Zi Yan Sect, which was cruel, bloody and inhumane.
Chapter completed!