Ling Ji was bound by a tremendous force, rapidly rolling on the ground, and in the corner of her eye, she seemed to glimpse scattered fragments, like pieces of white porcelain!
Although she was just a stone sculpture, even stone sculptures have their little moods! As soon as the dizzying sensation settled, she immediately looked around, and what she saw left her Horrified beyond words!
Her body, akin to white jade, was all mottled, revealing rotten traces inside that looked like decayed cotton. The facade resembling that of a Gushue immortal shattered instantly, akin to a filthy beggar, too pitiful to bear.
Startled and frightened, she looked back only to see that there was still only He Qing behind her. She couldn't help but scream sharply, "Where is he? Who is helping you? Hiding your head but showing your tail, what kind of skill is that?!"
