Ling Feng's figure suddenly flickered, appearing directly in front of Tudiel the next moment. Facing this army of over ten thousand Holy Spirit Kings, Ling Feng's face remained calm, as if the army before him was nothing but air.
Tudiel's eyes widened, watching helplessly as Ling Feng snatched the Bright Saintess from his grasp.
"I'm sorry, I came late; I almost let you get hurt!" Ling Feng gently touched Bright Saintess's cheek and said softly, "But don't worry, I'm back now. I won't let you get hurt again, nor will I let you shoulder all this responsibility alone."
The Bright Saintess couldn't resist throwing herself into Ling Feng's arms, hugging him tightly, "I knew you wouldn't die. I knew you'd come back! Ling Feng, I did it, I finally waited for you to return."
Ling Feng patted the Bright Saintess's shoulder, offering comfort, then looked at Tudiel.
