"Great Saint, restrain your Divine Skills!"
Hearing the echoes of shouts utilizing techniques such as the Lion Roar Skill from below, Feng Xue's face darkened immediately as she descended from the clouds to face Chen Xiyao, who had her hands cupped around her mouth like a megaphone, throwing a bag of salt at her:
"What mischief are you up to now?"
"Eh?" Chen Xiyao, hearing this, widened her eyes in disbelief:
"Isn't it you who's causing the mischief here? Ouch!"
After getting hit on the forehead, Chen Xiyao dramatically rubbed her head while Feng Xue, seeing her act this way, patted the cloud under her feet:
"Come on up, let's have a bit of a ride."
"Really? Isn't there some weird rule that only those with a pure heart can stand on it?" Chen Xiyao said somewhat unsurely, making Feng Xue feel as if she was being mocked.
"Stop the chatter! Just tell me if you're coming or not!"
