"That's right. I'm Su Tingxue." The voice of the black mist was still sharp, but if one listened carefully, they would find it filled with sorrow and desolation.
The mocking smile in Yu Huang's eyes froze.
However, she quickly regained her senses and determined that she was lying. "Blackie, you're a spiritual body that has been dead for many years, right? When you died, Purifying Spirit Grand Master Su Tingxue was still alive, right? Did you know that Su Tingxue passed away six hundred years ago?!"
The little black ball fell silent when it heard this.
Yu Huang thought that it was because she had seen through its lie and it felt helpless, so it chose to remain silent.
Yu Huang lost her patience. Just as she was about to crush it, she heard that thing murmur, "So it's been six hundred years?"
When Yu Huang heard this murmur, for some reason, she loosened her grip.
