Bai Yu crawled on the ground, staring dazedly as a blood-red curse imprint formed and branded onto the soul body, almost not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"I've offended someone? I just want to concentrate on cultivating..."
"Understood."
"Who told you to speak up? Shut up!"
"..."
Bai Yu struggled to raise his head, facing the goose-feather-like snow, and caught a distant glimpse of a figure in a white dress fluttering on the peak of the valley, like the snow lotus greeting the morning glow, emitting its fragrance.
She was coldly watching the Holy Emperor Fengtian beside her.
He broke his head trying to understand why one body could exhibit such extreme opposites.
...
"Predecessor Mo Mo."
"There's no need to address me as your predecessor."
"Alright, Miss Mo..."
"Cough!"
"Uh, Predecessor Mo Mo, you have reached the peak of the higher void level, indeed you need a semi-saint person to break through."
"We don't need to bring this up again, I won't use yours..."
