Due to the fact that the God of Nature had destroyed the entire upper realm and snatched away the Heavenly Dao energy from thousands of Perfected Immortals in there, turning the upper realm into a land of death, Ye Qingtang had to rebuild the place.
"Ling Yan… I'll talk to Shi Tian…" Ye Qingtang stared at Ling Yan and said softly.
"Oh?" Ling Yan's lips curled up slightly. "What did you call me? You didn't call me that last night…"
Before Ling Yan could finish his sentence, Ye Qingtang's ears turned red and she covered his mouth.
It was only when Ye Qingtang regained her composure that she released Ling Yan, who was smiling.
"Go on, I'll wait for you," Ling Yan said.
"Okay."
Ye Qingtang nodded and disappeared.
...
Cursed Hell.
Ye Qingtang strolled in.
Looking at this land of despair, she recalled the time when she first entered it.
