"What on earth... is happening here..."
Zi Yiyi's eyes were lifeless, clearly not expecting the situation to spiral into such an uncontrollable state.
Fairy Wangshu tapped her toes on the roof's eaves, her snow-white skirt fluttering in the wind. She gazed at Cailing suspended in the air, her eyes filled with hostility.
She remembered this woman; outside Chuyun City, it was this female evil cultivator who blocked her master. After she appeared, the evil cultivator knew she was no match and immediately fled.
"Are you going to stop me again from saving my junior brother?"
Fairy Wangshu's voice was like a cold spring. She stretched out her jade-like hand, not to grip a sword, but to untie the snow fox fur wrapped around her neck.
She carefully folded it and then put it into her Qiankun Bag.
Zi Yiyi was somewhat surprised by Fairy Wangshu's ceremonial gesture before battle. Was this snow fox fur an indispensable treasure to her?
