"Sorry. Little Fish was wrong."
She continued lowering her head, pressing her forehead against the ground.
Her long hair spilled down, spreading across the gravel.
Within the clouds and mist, the young man reached out and placed his hand over the back of her head.
"Remember this: you never existed, and do not yearn to become a person. You are not human, merely a process. Do you understand?"
"I understand. I understand," Weisheng Moran said.
"You did poorly and wasted my time. From here on, I will play this game with the Heavenly Palace myself."
As those words fell, that hand gripped the back of Weisheng Moran's head.
All the white mist burrowed into her through that spot.
"Urgh!"
At that moment, Weisheng Moran's eyes flew wide open.
Her entire body collapsed onto the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
Her pretty face pressed against the scorching earth as her pupils kept dilating.
All ten fingers dug deep into the soil, while a heart-rending scream tore from her mouth.
"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Bubbles continuously spilled from her mouth, her eyes rolling white. Like a fish truly deprived of water, she struggled in terror upon dry land.
Until a certain instant!
Her gaze abruptly changed.
Her entire body suddenly froze.
The next moment, she rose to her feet and unhurriedly straightened her clothes, tossing back her long hair with a captivating charm.
"Heh."
Her eyes, expression, and bearing had completely become those of another person.
That aura was exactly the same as that person's in Dream City.
Her eyes caught sight of the green paper umbrella on the ground.
With a stretch of her hand, the green paper umbrella flew over, spinning in her grasp and lengthening.
In the end, it became a two-meter-long green spear.
Clang!!
She pointed the