Fifth Spirit Hall.
"Spirit Child, this Yao Yueye not only insulted you, but also crippled my legs. He completely disregards you." The priest wailed under the hall, looking extremely miserable.
"Hehehe!"
A sharp laugh echoed, and a young man holding a silk handkerchief covered his mouth with a soft chuckle, his face painted with a thick layer of rouge that made anyone who saw him have their hair stand on end.
This person had a pair of peach blossom eyes and wore a pink gown, yet his features were those of a distinguished gentleman. If only judged by his looks, he could be called a handsome man, but paired with his outfit, he gave off a genderless vibe.
"This little Ninth is getting bolder; he's even daring to touch my people. But this Spirit Child just loves his fiery spirit!"
Fifth Spirit Child, Ji Yinyang.
