After speaking, the Southern Underworld only had deathly silence remaining.
Yu Zhiwen's face was bloodless, as pale as paper, and her hands were extremely cold.
Countless times when she thought she had escaped the clutches of the "Dao Temple Master" and could start attempting to break free from the torment brought by the Path Division's shadow—whether in terms of real distance or on a spiritual level.
Dao Qiongcang could, with one hand, cover the sky.
He would come forward again, telling her in a calm yet instructive tone:
Ginger, the older, the spicier.
"Dao Qiongcang, you are looking for death!"
Even if Yue Gongnu didn't understand the full picture, from the girl's trembling hands at this moment, she could feel the fear and shadow that the three words "Dao Qiongcang" brought to people.
Has this guy really cultivated himself into madness, so inhumane?
She's still just a child, how can there be such a way of teaching?
