"Just using such an unbelievable bargaining chip... Does he really think he's Taoist Hongjun, leading all creatures of the Desolate Era?"
Li Ping'an chuckled awkwardly, "He's most likely going to oppose the New Heavenly Court."
"Sigh," Yinglong shook his head, "My Dragon Clan still can't return to the cosmos, otherwise, I'd at least provide His Majesty with eighteen battle dragons as guards, such petty individuals wouldn't be a cause for concern."
Li Ping'an winked at Yinglong.
Yinglong felt somewhat embarrassed, hands stuffed in the wide sleeves of his ancient robe, not daring to look at Li Ping'an.
The implication of the words was all too clear.
Just then, Wen Ling'er, accompanied by the White Tiger in human form, came carrying fragrant tea and incense burner, somewhat alleviating Yinglong's embarrassment.
