Honestly, Huang Xiaolong didn’t have the cheek to ask for Fei Yanzi’s help to ensure that no one disturbed him during his advancement. After all, Fei Yanzi was the prestigious Flying Heaven Race’s matriarch, a First Resurrection Primal Ancestor expert. Probably, no one crossing his Fourth Heaven True Saint tribulation was qualified to ask of her identity and status, to stand guard for him, even if the person crossing tribulation was Yuan Qianxing.

Fei Yanzi felt her cheeks reddening under Huang Xiaolong’s stare.

Moreover, Huang Xiaolong’s line of sight was right below her neck.

“It’s fine if you don’t want me to,” Fei Yanzi muttered in annoyance after getting no response for a long time. She huffed and turned away, but her actions somehow exuded sultriness.

“I want!”

Realizing Fei Yanzi was going to leave, Huang Xiaolong blurted the words out in a hurry.

I want?

This ambiguous sentence…!

Fei Yanzi halted, and her mood...