"It's over."
Demon Monarch Guohai looked at Junior Brother Tong and said with a heart filled with despair, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"You moved so fast yourself. I couldn't stop you in time."
Junior Brother Tong said innocently.
"Then tell me, will the Blood Refining Ancestor kill me?"
Demon Monarch Guohai continued to ask.
"Probably not."
Junior Brother Tong shook his head and continued saying, "She probably won't do it herself."
"You might as well not have said anything..."
Demon Monarch Guohai said bitterly.
...
On the warship, Bai Ziyue sat cross-legged in the cultivation secret chamber.
Though this Fourth-Grade warship appeared tattered outside, the interior was very luxurious, pleasing to the eye and giving a sense of calm and peace.
Clearly, the meticulous arrangements were harmonious by nature, perfectly suited for cultivators to live in.
