"Is there anything I can do for you?" Ye Yiming asked.

After all, Ye Yiming kneeled down and bowed respectfully like the old man. Looking at the life he had, he found that he had never had such a time. If he was too pious, he would definitely have a lot of requests. They just met him, and Ye Yiming could only do what he could.

The old man seemed to have seen through what Ye Yiming thought long ago and said slowly: "I bow not only to ask for you, but more because I am ashamed of you or to your world..."

Ye Yiming looked at the old man in front of him. He was very sincere and calm. He looked at him with a clear conscience. In fact, he was a little embarrassed. Ye Yiming first broke the situation and said, "Will my way home be clear tomorrow?"

When the old man heard this, there was a hint of undetectable convulsion in the corner of his eyes, but Ye Yiming kept looking at his face, very seriously.

"Young people nowadays are not simple! You can go back tomorrow... But I need to pay some things..."

The two still looked at each other, their eyes full of smiles, as if they were looking at each other.

"Actually, you can directly say what I need to pay, and I will measure the gains and losses by myself." Ye Yiming finally couldn't help but say. The old man's eyes were really kind, and he missed his old mother a little.

"Actually, it is a miracle that you appear here, but you are not the only miracle. About a few months ago, another boy also came here. He was much better than you, and he easily achieved the terrible nature of love, so he couldn't help me. If we can see you again, then you can help me, what exactly needs to be done, and say it when you see you..." The old man thought for a long time and said, "You go and rest first, and I'll send you back tomorrow..."

Ye Yiming, who originally wanted to ask something else, saw that the old man had turned around and left, sat there for a while and returned to the room to rest.

The old man did not return to the room to rest like Ye Yiming, but instead went out and walked towards the magnificent building complex. When he was about to step into the gate, the old man looked back at the sky, where there was a star that was particularly bright.

"You don't dare to kill me after all, there are always places where you can't reach..."

The old man stepped into the majestic gate. When he approached the building, his hair turned from white to black and his face became younger and younger. With only a distance of more than ten steps, the old man who originally looked till old became a young man.

The young man came directly to the middle hall. Only here was the lights on in the entire palace. In the palace, a girl sat cross-legged in the center of the hall. There were runes of various colors around her and then printed on him. Then the runes rose up again and again.

When the young man stepped into the hall, he discovered that he had only waited until the young man walked very close to her before opening his eyes.

"Father!"

The girl's voice is not as young and energetic as her appearance, but not old. Her voice is the kind of heavy that has experienced countless years, as if it has been passed down through endless years in very ancient times. Her eyes are bright, but calm like a pool of stagnant water, wise and heart-pounding.

"I'm almost forgetting your youthful appearance. Now seeing you again is like a different life. Are you planning to compete with your old subordinates? But I don't know what you are using to compete with such a huge heaven?" The girl's speech came, rational without any sense of love.

Ling frowned and said, "Your absolutely rational words are really not pleasing. You were still cute when you were a child..."

"Hehe... When I was a child? Do you know how long it was?" The girl still did not get up, but closed her eyes instead and continued: "This year is the 350,000th year of yours as my father. You had been there for thousands of years before I was born, but after you were seriously injured, you were reincarnated and then ups and downs in the world for nearly 100,000 years. Can you connect these things that have been through perfection? I even doubt whether you were the same person as I was back here. I have been sitting for more than 100,000 years. When you come back, I am ecstatic. Then I see you depressed. I returned to this hall and sat in a tiring place. Finally, I saw that there were only you and me left on this huge hanging island. In the end, you ran to the gate to build a house and then grew old day by day. I never took a step in this hall... Is it because of that young man?" Although the expression on his face was still empty, his tone had become a little excited, and you had become you.

The girl opened her eyes again, and there were runes flashing in her eyes. He saw Ye Yiming in the small building. Ye Yiming, who had already lying down with clothes in his clothes, seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and searched, but after not finding anything, he closed his eyes again, but his muscles were a little stiff.

"He is a alert boy, but his strength is too weak. Even if he is talented, he is still too young. He can't get into the game and can't help you and me. At most, his role is to serve tea and water."

Ling sat cross-legged across from the girl, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and she said, "They have all sworn loyal to me, but time is too ruthless after all. They all abandon me. I am very moved by you to stay. You are the only reason why I can still be on this hanging island. When I went outside the gate, I just felt that I was not worthy of staying in this magnificent building..."

"You feel qualified now?"

The girl became excited and stood up and walked aimlessly on the ground, trying to say something, but her hands were just waving. After standing up, her feet could finally see clearly what kind of feet they were? Just like they were drawn, the person who painted them had no memory and his feet were twisted and ugly.

The spirit's emotions finally became excited, his hands and lips trembled randomly, and the spiritual power on his body drifted violently. A word came from his mouth, and he had no time to care about the dryness and hoarseness of the voice, "Your feet?"

"Yes...my feet! You see, I can stand up without my feet. Why can't you stand up if you have good limbs?" The girl finally stopped, looked at Ling with her head tilted and asked.

"Your feet?" was still a stubborn question, and then murmured: "No one has ever told me again, yes... And after I came back, you have never left this hall, and I blamed you for not coming to greet you. So your feet were cut off during the period of my reincarnation? Who is so bold? Do you want to die?"

A huge aura on his body soared into the sky, alarming the several cloud beasts living on the clouds, but after a moment of decline, he fell down again.

At this moment, there is a kind of hanging island on the clouds high above the clouds floating on the hanging island where the spirit lives. Someone on it rushed from the edge to a luxurious palace in the middle of the island, and then entered the largest palace, knelt down in the hall, and reported: "I hope there is a momentum in the Heavenly Palace that swells upwards, which should be Ling. Could you please report it?"

On the main seat of the hall was a handsome middle-aged man, looking righteous. If he had not reached his hand into the top of the woman next to him, he would have thought he was a decent person.

"Let him go and have trouble. After all, I used to be his personal bodyguard. I still have to give him the right to vent occasionally... You go down..." The man waved his empty left hand.

Before the man completely left the hall, he heard the woman's suppressed breathing, but he did not dare to look up and quickly left with his head down.

......

"So my father cares about me too? This is the first time you have come to see me in this palace?"

"Sorry..." Ling's body finally stopped shaking, but there was a violent emotion brewing in her eyes.

The girl finally sat back to her original place. Perhaps because of her long sitting, it was already lower than the surrounding terrain. The girl had completely calmed down. The excitement and spirit in her eyes had faded, and she was still the voice that seemed to be from ancient times. She said slowly: "Father, go back, you no longer have the ability to turn the tables. Now even her fighting spirit has disappeared. She is as timid as a mouse hiding in a cave..."

Ling's eyes were dull and she stood up and left.

"I thought you would turn back to the old man..." Before Ling could walk out of the hall, the girl seemed to be muttering to herself. Although her voice was very low, Ling, who was about to reach the door, could hear it clearly.

His steps paused, and then turned around. His face was against the light, and he couldn't see it clearly, but the sound could indeed reach the girl's ears.

"Why do I become like that? I will never become like that in the future unless I die. There is also that boy who can do a lot of things for us except for serving tea and water if he wants... because he comes from the border..."

The girl's eyes opened again, and her eyes fell on Ye Yiming again. This time she looked at it a lot longer than last time, as if she was looking for something. A moment later, the girl withdrew her gaze and said, "There is no shackles, the border you set up with the Three Realms Monument back then. I shouldn't have questioned it at first, but I always suspected that you are no longer you..."

Ling sighed, her face still in the shadows, unable to see it clearly. "I don't know if it is the Ling in your heart, but my memory has not deviated, and my personality has not changed much. The biggest difference is probably that it has lost its power and response from the past... When you have never seen me not be able to do anything, you naturally think I am fake..."

"So are you true?"

"Hahaha... Hahaha... I have never been a domineering or sharp person, but I happened to be in that position and my temperament was born. I need you to help me. Can you walk out of this hall?" Ling stepped out of the hall, and the light that was originally blocked was splashing in freely. Even though it was through the eyelids, the girl still had to be a little dazzling and couldn't help but raise her hand.

She covered her for a moment. She came to the entrance of the hall, her steps hesitated, and a sound sounded in her throat, but she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, "I... I'm almost... I haven't left this hall for 100,000 years, and after all, I have never left my feet... At first it was a cage, but I couldn't get out, but later it was a shackle in my heart, making it even more difficult to get out..."

The corners of the spiritual eyes twitched again without restraint, and the spiritual power almost rushed up to the sky without being controlled. The hands quickly formed seals. Perhaps because of their emotions being too excited, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and they were repeated for four times before the seal was completed. A healing spell fell on the girl's legs.

It was as if the stones were sinking into the sea, except for the girl's humming, there was nothing wrong with it. The legs, like naughty boys' paintings, were still stubbornly twisted.

The girl's face was sad, but in a moment, cold sweat appeared on her face. It was thought that it was caused by pain. "It's useless. Although my cultivation is not as good as yours, it has been a long time since I am now like this..."

"What do I need to do?"

The girl had already walked a long way, and when she saw that the spirit had not followed, she turned around and asked.

"Let's talk about it when you go out, let's go with me first..." Ling Kuaishou followed, and a spell fell on the girl. The white long skirt that was originally above the knee quickly became longer until it exceeded her ankle.

The girl looked back at Ling and quickly walked towards the small building at the entrance of the palace group.
Chapter completed!