"Little Wang, get your king here. I want to make another deal with him!" A voice came from a cave in the Huaxia Pavilion's Demon Realm branch.
"Miss Yin, His Highness is in seclusion forging. If there's nothing important, no one can disturb him." Wang Xin's voice sounded.
"Forging, forging, is there no end to forging?" Yin Yuzhu said unhappily. "Is this how you treat your great-grandmother? Little Wang, let me tell you, I know your Great Qin's ancestors. Aren't you afraid that I'll complain about you?"
"No…" Wang Xin said weakly. "He's been dead for hundreds of years…"
Yin Yuzhu: "…"
She sat on the edge of the bed, fuming.
"Little Wang, do you want to get stronger?" Yin Yuzhu rolled her eyes and looked at Wang Xin.
"Yes, I do." Wang Xin said honestly. "My cultivation has been improving very quickly recently. It shouldn't be long before I can break through to the first rank of the Martial Dao."