Su He conceived a grand game, planning to make a big production in the Profound Realm and harvest a wave of Law Feedback.
The Little Trigram was condensing the gun carriage, which was already gaining a glassy feel and becoming more solid. He needed to speed up the storage of Inner World Rules.
"Sure!" Ji Feixue sighed leisurely: "As someone dependent on another's hospitality, how can I refuse the request of my host?"
Her expression was one of sorrow: "Not to mention just lending a hand, even if... even if you wanted to do anything, how could I, a feeble woman, possibly resist?"
Su He: "..."
Here she goes again! The intermittent demoness. But over time, Su He… wasn't afraid of her anymore.
He had become immune!
