Qiao Mu only felt her hair standing on end.
Peeping at their dreams? Could it be that everything that appeared in her dream… was seen by someone else??
Subsequently, rage ignited in her heart!
Truly a hateful fellow! When she thought about how she was presented like a blank sheet of paper under the scrutiny of a stranger, Qiao Mu felt incomparably nauseated, like she had swallowed a fly.
"Your Eminence." A young girl wearing a white veil gracefully walked to the bank of the creek and bowed in greeting. "They have set out."
Yet the Saint of the Demonic Cult, Sikong Fuling, seemed to not have heard the girl's words. She just kept sitting at the bank of the creek, kicking up a wave of ripples with her snow-white legs in amusement.
"Does Your Eminence want this subordinate to send people after them?"
