On the seventh floor of the Wind God Tower, Chu Xisheng stood with Bai Xiaozhao on his shoulders, studying the spinning stone pillar in front of him.
Bai Xiaozhao's body was limp, listlessly gazing at the stele.
Two days ago, when Ween Zhiyi was absorbing blood, Bai Xiaozhao, who was also stepping on Chu Xisheng's head, mustered the courage to try and swipe at Ween Zhiyi's face with her claw.
But before she could swing her claw, her Divine Sense was frozen by Ween Zhiyi.
Luckily, the opponent harbored no Kill Intent, merely sealing her cognitive abilities.
Much like how the Heaven Slaying Blade could slay thoughts in people's hearts, Ween Zhiyi temporarily sealed her consciousness.
However, Ween Zhiyi was clearly giving her a lesson. The aftermath of this freezing technique was considerable, and Bai Xiaozhao hadn't recovered since.
Chu Xisheng, on the other hand, was radiant and full of energy.
The compensation Ween Zhiyi provided could hardly be described as abundant.
