The Spirit Grass in the courtyard swayed in the wind, each stalk tinged with a hint of frost.
The Spirit Medicine began to wilt, on the verge of withering away.
But no one paid them any mind.
The Old Yellow Ox watched the gateway with cold eyes. A woman stood there with poise.
Her gaze seemed to pierce right through the Old Yellow Ox.
"No matter how I look at you, you don't seem like a normal Evil God," Meng Qiewei said slowly, her eyes on the Old Yellow Ox.
"You didn't come here just to investigate my identity, did you?" the Old Yellow Ox asked in a low voice.
"You offended me. You will have to pay the price," Meng Qiewei stated.
In an instant, a murderous aura seemed to envelop everything.
It was a power that could coalesce at any moment and crush the Old Yellow Ox.
The Old Yellow Ox narrowed its eyes, its tone devoid of fear. "Does your true self dare come here? I doubt you can handle the Immortal Sect."
