"Truly... none of them can spare me any worry."
Mount Sang Qing.
Fang Xi was holding the 'Taiyi Sutra,' watching the live broadcast.
He saw the thunder light surge and ripple through the Eight Gates Azure Wave Array, which then burst open and transformed into a sky full of water flow.
When Fang Xi saw Zuo Xiaoxuan raising her right hand, holding a pitch-black awl with countless tiny chains entangling Meng Zhuzi's Nascent Soul, he rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
He had also placed a miniature Puppet on this woman for positioning and surveillance purposes, naturally knowing that she had privately formed a small organization, pulling in a number of Cultivators to seek revenge.
Therefore, after receiving the news today, he did not try to stop her.
After all, he could probably smooth things over with the Wang family... Presumably, his true self would give him some face.
It was just a dog after all...
