Nine Golden Cores

"No problem."

Xuan Buzheng patted his chest, "I promise to take care of them as if they're one of us."

He Changqing looked at Chen Yiling, "She's suitable to follow our Sword Nation."

"Ling'er, can you do it alone?" Song Shi asked. Chen Yiling was indeed suitable to follow the Sword Nation.

"Sure."

Chen Yiling's attitude towards Song Shi had changed drastically. It was rare for this person to still want to help them.

After the people from the various large factions more or less gathered together, the sky suddenly darkened, and many genius elders approached.

The king of Great Qian was the fastest. He instantly appeared outside the vortex and looked at Qian Wuji with dissatisfaction. "Make up for your own mistakes. I don't want to see him walk out of the mystic realm alive."

He did not even look at Song Shi and did not take him seriously at all.

Song Shi sneered, "Sadly, I might not be able to let you get what you want."