Ling Zifeng was reluctant to retreat, his face, which had always been calm in the ancient well, was filled with waves.

"Mu Xiaolei."

"My subordinate is here!"

"Wu Yahuan will return to the spirit world with me, and I will leave this family to you to manage. On the surface, Mo Yuhong will be your leader. Only when you become an adult can you take charge of your own affairs." Ding Fan warned.

"I..." Mu Xiaolei's nose felt sour and he almost cried. He rubbed his nose vigorously, held his fists and said loudly: "But listen to the Spirit Emperor's orders!"

Ding Fan slowly stood up, his gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Zhang Ao.

"Zhang Ao."

"My subordinate is here."

"I, my dear, please take good care of me."

"They are also my subordinate's relatives. I guarantee it with my life. Please rest assured, Emperor Ling." Zhang Ao bowed and bowed.

Looking around, Ding Fan's eyes passed over everyone's face and said solemnly: "Perhaps you all have a doubt. I am so angry that I can turn my beauty into a beauty."

"My subordinates dare not."

Everyone was hesitating and evasive, but no matter what the reason, they were happy to see the rise of a great leader.

"Ling'er was trapped in the spirit world, and someone advised me that this was her destiny. It wasn't until yesterday that I suddenly understood that this was not my destiny."

"So, what is destiny? Do it even if you know you can't do it, break through and defeat yourself."

"I fight for Ling'er, and even more so for myself!"

The words made everyone excited, but the women were overshadowed.

Today, Ding Fan called everyone by their first name, except Leng Ling'er, who used his nickname.

At this time, there were thousands of auspicious auras in the sky above Dongqing Mountain, attracting countless people to stop and look up.

But the figures of Ding Fan and others gradually disappeared.
Chapter completed!