"How could such a noble identity be associated with a native from Central Earth, who is soon to turn to dust? Even a slight association would taint Her Highness's dignity and glory."
Yang God General turned his head and spoke lightly.
His voice was not loud, but as it fell into Mo Qingrou's ears, it was like thunder exploding, making her shudder all over, clenching her fists tightly, as if she was under immense pressure.
After a long time, Mo Qingrou finally lowered her head slowly and said softly:
"Yes."
Yang God General seemed unaware, merely standing arrogantly with hands behind his back, overlooking the earth and said:
"Divine Consort, growing up on this Central Earth Interface from a young age, your vision is too small and shallow. You haven't seen the real Cultivation World, and haven't met the truly astounding and unparalleled powerful figures. That's why you still have concerns for some people from this Deserted Interface. This God General can understand."
