Just as she was about to make a move, the red silk suddenly appeared, directly binding her hands and feet, rendering her immobile.
"Chen Mo, you're actually helping her against me?!" Yu Youhan gritted her silver teeth, her face ashen.
Ji Hongxiu tilted her chin with a smug expression and said, "So what? Do you really think you're something special? I and Chen Mo are..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a wave emanated from her divine soul, and her body suddenly went limp, almost falling to the ground.
Chen Mo reached out and embraced her slender waist, frowning as he said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the Yin God, right?"
The Daoist Venerable was cold by nature, with very thin skin, impossible to say such things in front of a disciple. Only a Yin God who harbors the Three Corpses would display such girlish ghost-like behavior.
