"Before revealing the location of Dubhe One, I wish to know two things," Hua said without addressing directly.
Xia Feng frowned, "Speak."
The woman with the phoenix skirt gazed directly at Xia Feng with her beautiful rose-colored eyes and asked, "You, are you truly an Abyss Saint or... a Pale Saint?"
She then scrutinized the two Dragon Gods behind Xia Feng, her eyes probing.
The women in the star and imperial skirts sat leaning against the Divine Throne, seemingly too lazy to speak.
Xia Feng smirked, "It seems your memory doesn't align with Little Li's. If you give the main palace's authority to her, you will naturally know everything."
As soon as he finished speaking,
The phoenix-skirted woman's Divine Smile was startled for a moment, as she looked upward with rose-colored eyes and said seriously, "Master, she wants to forcibly read Little Li's memory. Quickly use the Disaster Contract to stop her."
