Feng Fuce held Bai Zhi'er tightly in his arms.
"No rush, let's see what she has to say. I'll find an opportunity to take her life."
Bai Zhi'er was taken aback.
At this moment, Liu Jiru, standing below, spoke up.
"Are you... truly the Kunshan Goddess? But I've heard others say that the Goddess looks like a young girl."
Third Old Lady's sclera was excessive, and her pupils were small.
When she stared at someone, it looked particularly eerie.
She sneered coldly, "I am an immortal, how could I show my true face to people?"
"What you see now is merely my illusion spell."
Liu Jiru was half-believing, half-doubting.
He looked at Third Old Lady and asked, "So, will you go with me to rescue my sister?"
"Since you're an immortal, you should have great powers, right? Can you make the Princess change her mind and release my sister from prison?"
Bai Zhi'er shouted from above them, "Impossible! Don't even think about it!"
However, Third Old Lady nodded mysteriously.
