Zi Ji's straightforward answers made everyone present laugh.
The people of Fairy Valley were in disarray.
A young man spat out blood. "Has she always been like this?"
Bai Yisheng's mouth fell slightly open. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. The Star Sea has been here for so long, yet they've hesitated to make a move, clearly wary of something. And you, with just a few words, have kicked the Wuji Sect straight into a bottomless abyss. What a good junior sister indeed.
"Very well, you are sincere," said one from the Star Sea, a Third Heaven Saint Realm expert, a smile emerging on his face.
He was not tall, nor was his build majestic—merely average. He wore a long robe that seemed somewhat old and worn, and it was impossible to tell how many years he had donned it.
His white hair was sparse, his skin wrinkled and sallow. He appeared very aged, yet the vital energy within his body was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
