The Divine Soul Dharma Form can't stray too far from its master, though within this palace, that's not the case.
Ye Wu left the Other Shore Flower in the secret chamber to continue its tempering. Without her active control, the tempering effect might be slightly diminished.
But... teaching a brat a lesson cannot be delayed!
Ye Wu walked out expressionlessly.
Hong Jiuling was gleefully smearing mud on the golden pillar.
Not just the pillar, his own body and even his face were covered with mud spots.
Sensing the commotion, Hong Jiuling glanced over.
A hint of barely noticeable guilt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly became righteous: "I'm bored, playing with mud should be fine, right?"
Ye Wu's lips curled into an incredibly bright smile, "Of course, it's fine."
Hong Jiuling's expression instantly turned proud.
As expected, this woman had no means to deal with him.
The next moment.
Hong Jiuling suddenly found his feet off the ground.
He immediately looked at Ye Wu.
