Luo Qianqian recalled her interactions with the Xuanming Ring, not feeling that she had done anything too excessive. What was going on with this bald little monk in front of her???
"Are you the Artifact Spirit?" Luo Qianqian swallowed hard, her eyes avoiding his gaze, fearing that the bald little monk might recite some Tightening Spell like Monk Tang...
The bald little monk snorted; he had been in a deep sleep before and had no ability to come out.
It was only after being struck by lightning that he woke up again, feeling too embarrassed to appear. After all... Luo Qianqian had also become bald, and he didn't want Luo Qianqian to say he copied her look. Had Bai Ze not been too angry and left directly, he wouldn't have dragged Luo Qianqian into the Mysterious Nether Realm so abruptly.
Although Luo Qianqian was the owner of the Xuanming Ring, in this Mysterious Nether Realm, he was the ruler. Luo Qianqian could only do as he pleased until she was strong enough.
