Demon Sect.
Zhu Yuyan stood beside the waterfall at the edge of the cliff, listened to her subordinate's report, her expression unchanged, she only said lightly: "Great Grandmaster? A realm others struggle to reach even after decades, she achieved in an instant. Seemingly just over twenty in age, unless she has preserved a youthful appearance, she truly possesses extraordinary talent."
Behind her, Wanwan noticed a bird flying overhead… hmm… and it pooped.
The bird droppings fell down… of course, not onto her master's head, but towards her...
Speaking of which, this bird could discern who it could bully, huh! So snobbish!
But out of respect for Zhu Yuyan, Wanwan hesitated whether to avoid it...
Just then.
Zhu Yuyan's fingers intertwined, Inner Strength threads wound and emitted silently… the droppings were flicked away, and the thread extended upwards, directly piercing seven or eight meters, entangling the flying bird.
Wanwan only saw her master's finger move slightly.
