When the soul of the Crimson Moon Deity appeared before her, it stretched out a jade hand and gently squeezed the proud bosom of the female cultivator.,But years passed, and there was no news of Nan Gong Yun Shu. The other elders were probably also eyeing her covetously.,Lan Ye shook her head, "These years, I've been saved from danger time and time again by this spiritual debt. I…I…”。