Chapter 1927
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"What can I do for you, Guardian?" Ling Yan asked.
Xue Fu furrowed his brows, his expression complicated. After a moment of silence, he said, "The situation in the Central Mainland is dangerous and the Holy Lord has to take control of the situation. If Young Master Ling can please the Holy Lord, that would be the best. We would also thank you."
Seeing that Ye Qingtang had been interacting with Ling Yan a lot lately, Xue Fu thought that she needed to 'vent'.
Ling Yan could not help but smile when he saw Xue Fu's sincere and meaningful expression.
"I will serve the Holy Lord wholeheartedly."
Serve?
Xue Fu nodded his head silently.
Ling Yan's status as a 'boy toy' was becoming more and more obvious.
In the room, Ye Qingtang was taking out the Dharma artifacts from the Holy Lord of Shadows and checking them one by one. She found seven to eight rings, but she didn't know which one was the Netherworld Ring.
Ling Yan pushed the door open, but before he could enter, Ye Qingtang dashed forward and dragged him into the room, slamming the door shut.
Xue Fu was speechless.
Holy Lord, you have to take care of yourself!
"You came just in time. The people from the Crimson League came just now …" Ye Qingtang told Ling Yan everything that had happened.
"Are you looking for the Netherworld Ring?" Ling Yan asked as he looked at the rings in front of Ye Qingtang.
Ye Qingtang nodded.
"Do you know what the Netherworld Ring looks like?"
Ye Qingtang felt that there was nothing in the world that Ling Yan didn't know.
"I know," Ling Yan replied.
Ye Qingtang was delighted.
"That's great. Help me see which one is the Netherworld Ring."
Ling Yan looked around and said, "Congratulations, Miss Ye."
"Hm?"
"The rings in here are all extremely rare Dharma artifacts," Ling Yan said.
"I know. I'm asking you which one is the Netherworld Ring."
"There's none."
"What?" Ye Qingtang was stunned.
"There's no Netherworld Ring here."
Ye Qingtang was speechless.
Ye Qingtang was like a shriveled up eggplant in an instant.
"You're saying that there's no Netherworld Ring here?"
Ling Yan nodded. "The aura of death on the Netherworld Ring is extremely heavy, and a slight touch will cause a strong chill."
As Ling Yan spoke, he placed the rings on Ye Qingtang's hand one by one so that she could feel them herself.
As expected, none of them matched the special characteristics of the Netherworld Ring.
"I don't have the Netherworld Ring …" Ye Qingtang's head hurt.
"The Netherworld Ring was most likely taken away by the Holy Lord of Shadows," Ling Yan said.
She supported her chin with one hand and sighed. She had wanted to throw this hot potato to the Crimson League as soon as possible so that she could sow discord between the Crimson League and the Ancient You Clan, but now …
Now that the Netherworld Ring was gone, the Crimson League wouldn't let it go so easily.
Ling Yan looked at her and was about to speak when her eyes suddenly lit up. She looked at Ling Yan with a fiery gaze. "You're right.
Ling Yan could not help but laugh as she stared at him with her big bright eyes.
"Miss Ye, if you keep looking at me like this, I won't be able to hold myself back."
Ye Qingtang did not have the time to care about the strangeness in Ling Yan's words. She suddenly grabbed his hand and asked, "Do you know what the Netherworld Ring looks like?"
Ling Yan looked at his hand that was being held and nodded silently.
"Draw it. Draw it right now." Ye Qingtang pulled Ling Yan to the table and pressed him down without any explanation. She then handed him a pen and paper.
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