"Miss Ji, you're lucky..."
Yui Zhen's eyes were cold, and he walked toward her with light steps, yet the ground beneath him seemed to sink slightly.
"So many of us have eaten the lotus seeds, yet only you were chosen to become mermaids. Do you know how precious this opportunity is?"
His expression was somewhat grotesque, his eyes and cheeks bulging outward as if something beneath his skin was about to burst forth:
"The Water God! He will descend upon his kin! Do you know how much we wish to become his kin? But we cannot, we can only be his followers... So you demon race are truly primitive, so wasteful and blind! Such a race as yours should be like lowly livestock, forever trapped in your own pigsty!"
Ji Xueruo's chest heaved continuously, the blue veins standing out beneath her fair skin, her sharp nails dug into her palm, drawing crimson blood.
