"You have done well."
The Queen Mother of the West spoke as she rose from the cold pool, seemingly oblivious to the eerie atmosphere wafting through the air.
Spiritual Spring Water cascaded thunderously off her massive figure.
Before the seven celestial maidens, she appeared not to bother concealing herself in any way.
Han Zhan's head bowed even lower.
If looks could kill, he would have already been pierced through by a dozen sharp swords from behind, all because of his swift reaction.
"Why do you not dare to look me in the eye?" The Queen Mother of the West noticed Han Zhan's odd behavior.
Han Zhan: "..."
I would love to, but my wives won't allow it!
"Your majesty's divine authority is overwhelming, rendering my heart and spirit trembling, unworthy of looking upon you." Han Zhan answered "truthfully."
Upon hearing Han Zhan's words, whether it was an illusion or not, the chill in the cold pool seemed to abate considerably.
