Yang Ye’s heart shook when he noticed Saint Liu Yun’s killing intent, and he hurriedly said, “Senior, I’d like to inherit Senior’s mantle. I hope Senior will fulfil my wish.”

An Nanjing intended to say something but Yang Ye grabbed her hand, and then he smiled and said, “An Nanjing, you’ve inherited the inheritances of so many Martial Gods, so allow me to have this senior’s inheritance, alright?”

An Nanjing gazed at him for a short while before she nodded, but ...