Yao Jia felt that she was naked in front of Yang An, without any secrets, as if Yang An had seen through her past, present, and even future lives.

This also made everyone looking at Yang An become more horrified.

My mood became extremely complicated and difficult to describe. What kind of monster is this?

By now, they can be sure that even the Twelve Saints and the branches behind them have definitely underestimated Yang An, and underestimated it a lot.

And at the beginning, they dared to say such words in front of him. They are really ignorant and fearless.

Fortunately, Yang An said before that he would not care.

"No problem, very good. Yao Jia, Chinese name, very good. What are your needs? Just ask." Soon, Yang An looked at Yao Jia and said.

It is not surprising that any cultivator in the alliance has a Chinese name. In the world of immortal cultivation where Yan and Huang are respected, Chinese names are king. Not everyone has a Chinese name, but at least half of them do. This is also the current mainstream.

After all, the system of cultivating immortals, whether it is the immortal methods inherited from ancient times or the new martial arts cultivation today, are all recorded and explained in Chinese.

"Captain, I have no need at the moment."

"No?"

"No reward for no merit..." Yao Jia lowered her head and said.

"Following me on the battleship is a merit. After all, it may mean that you will never be able to return to the earth. Say what you have said and be honest. There is no need to worry about anything. There is no need to be so serious."

"Yes, Captain. Then...just give me some divine spiritual springs to use for cultivation."
Chapter completed!