He didn't care about these past experiences; he was only concerned with whether Mo could accommodate the Marks, and said sternly:
"Elder, please give it a try."
"Mo and the Chimera whelp are not of equal status, but the vitality between the two is hard to rank in terms of superiority or inferiority."
"It is not afraid of curses either, having devoured even the embryo of evil beasts; no matter how demonic or malicious the Swing Witch may be, a single Mark, in the end, is not the spirit's Origin."
"Let's see how it performs."
Ye Tianzi pointed with a finger and quietly observed the changes.
The Witch on the swing suddenly smiled brightly, enveloping herself in a spring breeze, and pounced toward the space where Mo floated.
"Big sister... you're so ugly!"
Despite its Spirit Wisdom having awakened, Mo, whose aesthetic sense remained poor, responded naively.
