"The Dharma King's schemes are so profound, Zhuoma really admires that..."
Zhuoma's lips drew close...
After a long while...
Zhuoma finally straightened her robes before walking out of the Great Might Dharma King's bedroom.
After returning to the Ming Fei Court, she suddenly paused in her steps.
On the side of the road, a black spider climbed up her trouser leg and onto her shoulder.
"Go... Convey this message to the Mahayana..."
Zhuoma's face bore a kind smile as she spoke to the spider.
She belonged to no one, and if she must have a master, it would be herself!
Everything she did was for her own position of power!
This was the strong will branded in every drop of blood of her Zoroastrian Elf race by their Goddess.
'How could such a powerful, such an evil mother goddess adept at deceit suddenly fall?' Zhuoma suddenly wondered, then chuckled at herself.
Such matters were not for someone like her, a professional who was not even a legend, to ponder.
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