“Senior Brother Chen, you can’t do it?” Tianming asked.

“That’s not it. I’m just seeking your opinion. Tianming, I’m not very good at talking, but I really admire you. Not only for your talent, but other aspects as well,” Chen Jinghong said seriously. His gaze had changed when he looked at Tianming; there was deep admiration in his eyes.

“I’m just lucky, not to mention that I had everyone’s help.” Tianming smiled. He turned to look at Meng Qingqing, whose face was pale. She didn’t dare to raise her head at all.

“Senior Brother Chen, what do you plan to do with her?” Tianming asked.

“The Dazzling Pavilion doesn’t belong to the Ancient Theocrats, at least on the surface. But in my opinion, they’re together with them. With something this big happening in the Divine Tomb, we can’t let anyone who knows the truth leave this place alive,” said Chen Jinghong.

“Okay. Then let’s do it.” Tianming looked at Meng Qingqing, but she didn’t have any response. Seeing that, Tianming asked, “You’re not afraid of death?”

“I am. But that’s also part...