Before Bibi Dong could respond, Ye Feiyang had already turned around, scooped her up around the waist, and vanished from the quiet chamber in a flash.
"Hey, bastard! Put me down! I can walk by myself..." Her protests faded into the air. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had appeared inside the Worship Hall.
The sight before them was astonishing: seated upon the throne that had once belonged to Qian Daoliu was the reunited Gu Yue Na. An icy, world-dominating aura surrounded her, and her expression was as cold as frost, like an untouchable deity. Below the platform, the seven worshippers—Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Lion, Light Feather, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo—were all flattened against the ground, unable to move. None of their usual arrogance remained.
Bibi Dong was startled at first, but then the corners of her lips unconsciously curled upward. These worshippers had always acted high and mighty and had never shown her a pleasant face. Seeing them in such a miserable state brought her an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Still, given the occasion, she could only force back her laughter. Otherwise, she would have burst out laughing.
The only one who could move freely was Qian Renxue. She was struggling to help her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, up, her face filled with anxiety. She looked pleadingly at Gu Yue Na, hoping she would show mercy, but Gu Yue Na remained unmoved. Ye Feiyang secretly laughed. So these old fellows had offended his wife. Every one of these worshippers was a powerhouse above level 95, yet now they did not even dare raise their heads. They must have been too accustomed to their arrogance and offended someone they never should have offended.
"Hey, bastard, aren't you going to put me down?" Bibi Dong