"Sister?"
"Did you just ask me to call Yu Youhan 'sister'?!"
Ji Hongxiu snapped back to reality, her pretty face full of anger, ready to thoroughly reprimand this guy.
But when she turned her head, she saw Chen Mo with his eyes tightly shut, his whole body hot as if on fire, muttering incoherently: "This humble servant is truly loyal to the Daoist Venerable; if the Empress wants to kill her, then kill me first..."
Ji Hongxiu's actions paused.
She immediately furrowed her brow, her expression somewhat suspicious.
This guy wouldn't be putting on a performance, would he?
A flash of divine light passed through her eyes as she looked at Chen Mo, her gaze penetrating his skin, clearly seeing that crimson energy constantly destroying and restructuring his body.
With each reconstruction, new veins formed, yet it didn't look strange at all. His root bone appeared naturally formed, as if it was meant to be this way.
In the spirit platform, the divine soul flickered uncertainly.
