Yuanyuan looked at this old hag, knowing that she had been neglected by the man she loved, and a smile appeared on her face.
This was exactly what she wanted, for her to be agitated.
She put down the book in her hand, the cover facing up, showing a photograph of a pregnant woman.
She waved her hand to retract the protective shield, and the flying boat stabilized.
"Ancestor, is there something you need?"
"Hehe, pretending to be clueless, aren't you? You're the one who killed Bai Yiran, right?"
"Why does the Ancestor think so? I'm just a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator."
"No need to quibble." As she spoke, the book also landed in her hand. She scanned it with her Divine Sense; it was all about pregnancy and childbirth.
Bai Fengjiao sneered, "Originally, I didn't plan on Soul-searching you, but my Yiran is dead, she envied you, so you also have no reason to live in this world."
