After being rebuked by her, Saint Yuanhe was briefly at a loss for words.
With a soft sigh inwardly, they thought, Wasn't this junior Yuan Li Qingyun quite low-key before? Why had that playboy manner surfaced again the moment he put on the Quasi-Saint seedling crown?
Though that was what they thought, they still said angrily, "By your logic, didn't that little girl from your River Mother Clan also destroy the bait cages of the Yuan Clan and the Sky-Devouring Roc Clan back then? Did we ever strike back as you have?"
Tch!
The graceful, blurry figure gave a cold laugh and said no more.
In any case, an apology was impossible.
She was the dignified River Saint, with origins so mysterious and noble. How could she show even a trace of guilt, shame, or remorse just because she had stirred up a few mayflies?
At worst, she could fight another battle, just as she had when she fought that old fellow from the Stone Spirit Clan last time.
After the two Saints argued for a while, the matter ultimately came to nothing.
Saints dwelled in the void, where nothing could disturb them and no force could bind them. If not for the old Primordial Pact still retaining a little effect, chaos would likely have erupted long ago, with blood and slaughter everywhere.
Within the universe, the black mist and poisonous vapor lingered for an hour or two before gradually dispersing.
The former Nine Tree Mountain seemed to have vanished into thin air. Not even the Mountain Belly Tree Chamber that nurtured Treasure Tree Saplings remained.
The earth had caved in like a massive festering scar, and could only wait for the origin power of the Land of the Universe to slowly heal it.
This sight left Tuoluo Heaven and