In the next moment, Bai Chuwei severed the connection.
She lowered her gaze to the message on her phone's WeChat, a curve appearing on her lips.
[Duan Feihan: Don't worry, I will help you.]
Bai Chuwei clasped her hands behind her back, looking at the peak of the snow mountain, her white long dress fluttering like waves in the cold wind, her obsidian-like eyes filled with icy coldness, a cold smile crossing her lips.
Her long clothes were whipped by the wind, her ink-black hair floating in the cold air, as she looked up at the pitch-black sky, chuckling lightly: "Old thief of heaven, try for once whether this world is under your rule or mine."
If the Heavenly Dao wished to restart the Supreme Deity Academy, she would let it restart!
The ancestor would like to see who dares to cast a vote for impeachment in front of her!
Lose?
Impossible.
Zhao Tianfang, who had his call hung up, was still dumbfounded, unable to regain his composure.
Divine beings?
