Linglong quietly arrived outside Haotian's gate. It was hard to believe that this was a renowned and famous high priest of the Elf race.

Her figure was tall and slender, her emerald green hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering with a healthy glow, as if her life force overflowed from her hair. Her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Her eyes revealed a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, as if she were waiting for something important.

She had just extended her fair hand and hadn't even had a chance to knock on the door when a voice came from inside.

"If you have something to say, just come in."

The elf's ears drooped slightly as it gently pushed open the door.

Seeing Haotian with a slight smile on her lips, her fair hand was supporting her chin, as if she was also waiting for her.

Few people know that most of the elves are actually attracted to good looks.

My old problem has flared up again; whenever I see someone so beautiful, my mind goes blank and my face turns completely red.

She was clever and outspoken. She believed that among all the elves, who were considered by the world to be full of handsome men and beautiful women, no one could rival Haotian in looks. Even the Elf God would be no match for him.

With her stunning beauty and that unique, captivating charm that made her the envy of all, Linglong almost wanted to lie in her arms and sob.

Linglong: "Sister, give me a hug."

Linglong: Hello.

Linglong was completely flustered. She blurted out what was on her mind, but in her heart she was just saying polite words.

Haotian couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion.

Linglong transformed into a steampunk princess.

"I, I didn't mean that. What I meant was... I wanted to say hello."

Linglong suddenly wanted to rush out the door. Now, looking so shy and bashful, who in the Elven race would still recognize her as the High Priestess of the Xin'an tribe?

Haotian rose slightly, her long skirt accentuating her noble bearing, and slowly walked to Linglong's side.

Haotian can still give a hug to an old friend he hasn't seen in a long time.

When Linglong felt that warmth and the sweet fragrance that wafted towards her, the entire elf went limp and collapsed into Haotian's arms...

Haotian, unsurprised, led her to a chair.

"Wait a minute, is something the matter?"

Even after Linglong had recovered for a long time, the blush on her face still hadn't faded.

Linglong, oh Linglong! How can you be so spineless? You go limp after just one hug. If someone were to kiss you, wouldn't your soul practically float away?

After calming down for a long time.

"Um, may I invite you to meet my people? I've become a high priest, you know."

In a daze, Haotian seemed to see a little green-haired boy from back then, thin but with an unusually firm look in his eyes: I must become a very powerful high priest, I must build a very powerful tribe, I have even thought of a name for it, Xin'an, a brand new and safe tribe!

Haotian even wanted to reach out and rub Linglong's head, but as soon as he raised his hand, he noticed that Linglong had grown up and had become a renowned high priestess of the elves.

She did it.

The hand that had been lifted was lowered again.

Looking at the shy Linglong, he felt a mix of emotions.

Perhaps, when Diefang and the others grow up, I will be like I just did.

Haotian was about to refuse, but Linglong looked like she was about to cry.

It was as if she would burst into tears if someone disagreed; she was clearly an adult, yet she acted like a child.

After much deliberation, Haotian finally nodded slowly.

"Sure, but wait until I have some free time. Now that I'm back, if you encounter any difficulties in life, you can come to me."

"Hmm~"

Then silence fell between the two of them again.

Linglong had so much to say before, but now her mind was completely blank.

As night fell, Diefang called everyone to dinner.

Linglong watched them eating together, chatting and laughing, with Haotian among them, his face warm and gentle.

She remembered herself in the past, and she was the same way.

But there's no going back.

Linglong herself didn't know when she would have the courage to stand up and dare to chase the burning sun in her heart on the edge of an abyss.

Failure would be an abyss of fear and dread for her.

Linglong only stayed for a few days before leaving to return to her elven clan, for she was the high priestess, an indispensable figure to her race.

Diefang and the others would travel and cultivate on the flying boat during the day, and at night they would sleep with their master in front of the rebellious disciple.

During this time, Xiao Qi also came to see Hao Tian several times, and Xiao Hei asked Xiao Qi for those rare treasures.

Finally, Xiao Qi's words, "It's all used up, it was used to repair the Human King's Palace," made her so angry that she ran to Haotian's side and whimpered.

Haotian directly used the Dragon-Capturing Hand to grab Xiao Hei.

Xiao Qi also reported the problems of the Sword Domain to Haotian, saying that the problems were very big. The younger generation all had opinions about the Human King Palace, and the older generation also tried to stop and advise them. In addition, with Jian Que being crippled, the older generation dared not speak out, so they intentionally or unintentionally encouraged the younger generation to cause trouble for the Human King Palace.

Haotian also thought about it.

This was the first training ground for Diefang and her companions.

Having chosen the Sword Domain, the new generation is dissatisfied, and the older generation has grievances; it is a very good stage.

Of course, many people in the Sword Domain also sought help from various people, including Cheng Yao in the Spirit Domain, begging her to plead for justice for Jian Que.

As a result, Cheng Yao refused to see anyone from the Sword Domain.

Cheng Yao knew that Jian Que deserved it, and that being crippled was already a mercy from the King. She felt that Jian Que's failure to report the truth and his tolerance of the traitor were enough for him to atone with his death.

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