The Rot Demon Lord cheerfully looked at Fan Wubing,
"Blood Demon Lord, you're not playing fair. On my way here, I was wondering which great power subdued my children with just a wave of the hand, and it turned out to be you. Please give me an explanation."
Fan Wubing didn't answer and carelessly asked, "Weren't you heading to the Taiyin Continent to settle scores with the Thousand Mechanism Sect?"
The Rot Demon Lord hooked her right foot around a vine, straightening her left foot on top, gently swaying. Decay on other Corrosive Demon Cultivators was an unpleasant filth, but on her, it was beautiful and serene. However, the most beautiful often were the most dangerous. Just seeing her, Fan Wubing was convinced that relying solely on the will of the "My Dao" was not enough to fend her off.
"Just as I was about to depart, I ran into this situation, how could I be in the mood?" She was amidst flowers, enchanting and charming. She herself was the flowerbed.
