"Sala, stand up." Yang Ling looked at the pretty beauty Sala, who had achieved a Level Advancement, and looked at the tears of excitement on her face before heaving a sigh of relief.
Since ancient times, beauties were always born unlucky. He was never optimistic about the beauty Sala's relationship with Richardson, and he didn't want to look on as the beauty Sala walked toward a tragedy. But it was a pity that Heaven foreordained this. Even if one knew that some matters were far from good, it would still be difficult to obstruct them. The beauty Sala and Richardson were an affectionate couple, and Yang Ling wasn't able to split them up. He also didn't want to split them up by force.
"Lord, I surely won't regret this, no matter what happens in the future." After the beauty Sala became a Mid-Level Deity and a real woman, her senses turned sharper, and she quickly understood Yang Ling's worries.
"It's you who chose this road, and regrets will be useless."