Although she was a ghost ancestor and a demon ancestor, those were all matters of her previous life. She was now a trash.
Her current spiritual power was only at the ninth layer of the quietness of the soul. She was simply a weakling!
The Talismans and pills in her hands could only be considered low-grade. Those silly Cuties were all very well-known, but they were a bunch of good-looking but useless trash.
The only decent da Hua was missing, and the newly transformed Gouwei Bacao made her even more depressed.
Hei Xinjiu hugged her knees, thinking about these things in a daze. She felt unprecedentedly lost. How could she break through this layer of darkness?
The stupid Cuties were connected with Yun Chujiu’s spiritual sense. They could feel her low mood, and they all became depressed.
Of course, Buddha’s candle was the only exception.
This fellow had signed a contract with Yun Chujiu because of the situation. Seeing her low spirits, he was gloating over her misfortune!
