"Otherwise, how can I have hope for revenge?"
"After all, Palace Master, you are a powerful figure overlooking the heavens. Even if I condense the Dao Fruit, I am no match for you."
The handsome man, Yuan Mengxian, pointed at the You Mei Palace Master, and accused bitterly.
However, looking at the contemplative expression of the You Mei Palace Master, his heart grew ever more angry.
Because he had been lurking by the side of the You Mei Palace Master for years, he knew this 'nervous' Palace Master all too well.
She truly forgot.
Forgot about that female cultivator she killed in the past.
"Gong Mengxian, if... if I told you that I was actually comprehending a new divine skill at that time, and temporarily failed to control my power, causing the spell to deviate and accidentally turn your wife into a mist of blood, would you believe it?"
"Why would I compete with a Crane Demon, without a couple of pounds of flesh on its chest; do I need to be jealous of her?"
