Ripples rose and fell through the void as a graceful figure drifted down like a feather.
With a light tap of her toes, Qing Shuang stood atop Luo Chen's broad, sturdy shoulder.
She glanced down from the corner of her eye, and her brows could not help but knit slightly.
"So ugly!"
All three faces of Luo Chen revealed astonishment at the same time.
He had never imagined that Qing Shuang's first words after emerging from seclusion would be this.
But with formidable enemies surrounding them, he had no time to criticize the woman's taste. A deep, buzzing voice rumbled from his mouth.
"If you had come out any later, let alone this ugly face, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have found my corpse."
"Was it that difficult?" Qing Shuang asked dismissively.
Luo Chen sneered. "This ancient grand formation was specifically arranged to deal with Spirit Transformation Great Powers. Why don't you try it yourself?"
Qing Shuang swept an indifferent gaze over the many monks encircling them. She first nodded in acknowledgment, only to curl her lips the next moment.
"I have now recovered to my peak state. Even if this formation reappeared, it would have little way to deal with me."
Luo Chen was rendered speechless.
He wanted to refute her, but when he considered Qing Shuang's methods, he realized that it truly was so.
Most formations in the world required room to be set up. In particular, the greater the number of participants in a grand formation, the harsher the demands on the surrounding space became.
For Qing Shuang, who possessed mastery over the Dao of Space, such tactics simply did not work on her in her prime.
At that thought, Luo Chen became even more confident in this battle.
"I expended quite a lot earlier. I'll have