Deng Xi really meant it. She had sacrificed thousands of years of cultivation just to descend into this world.
There were some treasures which could be used to deceive the heavens, but even the sect she had once belonged to in the upper realm didn't possess anything like that, so it was impossible to even think of having one.
But nonetheless, it didn't matter. If she could get her hands on Ming Yue, then everything would be worth it.
She was one of the strongest cultivators of her time in this world, but when she ascended, she had become nothing… no doubt, the sects of the upper world valued talents from the lower worlds.
Everyone who was able to ascend through all perils was commendable in their eyes, but that didn't mean they didn't feel superior in front of you.
She had felt countless gazes that looked upon her like she was some lowly being. She had never felt accepted, just because of her lower-world status.
