"I'll give you one day to restore the Wangchuan Flower Sea to its original state." Nalan Jing looked up and gave him a bland glance.
The Soul eater visibly trembled, his tone tangled and depressed, with a hint of sobbing, "Master, I can't do it! One day's too short, even if I deploy all the Soul eaters, we can't achieve it... Can you allow a few more days?"
If he could cry, his tears would have formed a river by now.
Mu Qianyue rolled her eyes when she saw that even 'ghosts' were scared of him, "Why force a ghost to do the impossible? The Wangchuan Flower Sea is so vast; it's clearly impossible."
The Soul eater gratefully looked at Mu Qianyue, appearing respectful, "Thank you, Mistress, for pleading on our behalf."
"In honor of my wife's sake, I'll give you two more days; you must restore it within three days, or you will no longer have a reason to exist." Nalan Jing let out a cold snort, knowing that he wouldn't tolerate any waste around him, not even ghosts.
