The black mist seemed rebellious, roaring: "Roar..." Why can't I refine it? I've already refined it! If it weren't for your man interfering, I would have probably ascended to immortal by now!
Mu Qiuniang ignored his roaring, looked at the black mist, and said: "So, Mr. Black Dragon, do you plan to let something neither human nor demon speak on your behalf?"
Beside her, Jiang Nuo curiously opened his eyes, watching.
A dense black mist gathered together, obviously thicker than in other areas, vaguely forming a majestic shadow. However, this shadow kept shifting, making it impossible to see its true form.
As Mu Qiuniang finished speaking, a crimson eye emerged from the mist, about the size of an adult's palm, staring roundly at her.
Jiang Nuo was startled, quickly hiding behind Mu Qiuniang, though he seemed to remember he was Mu Qiuniang's husband and stood out again, shielding her.
Having lost a third of his soul, he appeared particularly foolish.
