As a Sage Disciple, the man looked at the stumbling Qingyue with a cold, frosty demeanor. His face showed not an ounce of pity, but instead was filled with a casual air of authority, as if he held life and death in his hands.
The corners of his mouth turned up, seeming to carry a hint of disdainful smile, a kind of disdain from high above, a disdain that looked down upon all beings, a disdain from atop the Nine Heavens.
Just like a Huge Dragon, watching two ants chatting, indifferent, not putting the two in his eyes at all.
"Brother Zheng, take your Disciple away!" This was the voice of Fairy Luminous Glass, urgency tinging her words.
Despite previously being opponents in a rivalry of interests, Dalun Mountain and Luminous Glass Heaven had a deep connection.
Now, to Fairy Luminous Glass, the Qingmu Gourd no longer held any significance for her, so at this moment, she began to transmit her voice to Zheng Ming.
