"I just hope, fellow Daoist Cangwu, that you can show some mercy, and if possible, show as much mercy as you can."
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
However, like Immortal Shangzhen, Immortal Cangwu similarly did not regard Fairy Yuehua highly at this moment.
He glanced coldly at her, and said indifferently:
"What qualifications do you have for me to show mercy to them? Just because you belong to the Night Moon Elf Race, a race akin to singing courtesans?"
"You..."
Fairy Yuehua's delicate face immediately changed.
While anger rose in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness.
Indeed.
Currently, their Night Moon Elf Race's position in the Upper Realm is indeed as Immortal Cangwu says, practically reduced to the role of singing courtesans.
But facing her, with such unabashed remarks from him, left her with a feeling hard to accept.
"As it happens, my residence is currently lacking in entertainers like dancers.
