Yet the only response she received was dead silence.
Because Lin Qingfeng was still watching his short videos.
One by one, the so-called immortal masters put on a show of futile and comical struggle within this domain where the rules had been rewritten.
Every attack was easily neutralized by the ripples in front of the yellow-robed figure.
Every plea for mercy went unanswered.
Su Ling'er watched everything unfold before her.
She watched the Cultivators who normally treated all living beings as ants. Now, they were either attacking frantically or begging humbly, making a disgraceful spectacle of themselves.
When Su Ling'er saw the female Cultivator trying to offer herself to curry favor with her First Senior Brother, her stomach churned.
'Are these the high-and-mighty celestial maidens of usual days?'
'Are these the great Cultivators who see mortals as worthless weeds?'
