In a twist of fate, Master Wuya found himself trapped in a dilemma.
Given the current situation, Master Wuya could only hope for Little Di Shen to withdraw his power voluntarily.
But he's so young, how could he understand?
The smile on Master Wuya's face had frozen.
The other four elders watched for a while and also found it strange.
Why hasn't Master Wuya withdrawn his power yet? A decade of power isn't enough? Could he really be thinking of giving away twenty or thirty years of cultivation?
A sect leader is indeed generous.
A few disciples, including Hong Mingyue, watched with red eyes.
No one knew, Master Wuya was also caught between a rock and a hard place.
Just as Master Wuya was inwardly struggling, a faint sound suddenly came from Little Di Shen's arms.
"Little Di Shen, can you hear my voice?"
A gentle female voice, like a celestial melody, seemed to penetrate Little Di Shen's ears.
