It was Little Hongtang.
She didn't even know when, but she followed him into the dream, and now her small face was pale, hiding behind him, trembling.
Clearly terrified, but she still came, and even helped him block the retreat.
The most critical point was that Little Hongtang usually wore a red dress, and in this place, the red dress was even more vibrant, even turning purple.
It was comparable to the Purple Qi flowing in the palace.
Hu Ma's cultivation had grown immensely, but he hadn't acquired much Purple Qi. Now, Little Hongtang seemed to be molded from Purple Qi, perfectly compensating for this deficiency, and she immediately stood firm in this Netherworld Palace.
"How bold!"
Unexpectedly seeing Little Hongtang appear, the swords and spears that had already forced their way to Hu Ma halted.
