The Sobbing Sobbing Sobbing

Golden light flashed, spanning the void and blocking Tu Yuan's path.

"Why did you run?"

"Because you chased me."

"You're still talking back? Gotten capable, have you?"

Lu Bei locked his eyes on the one-meter-twenty and snarled, "What's going on with you? Where did you get Mahayana Stage cultivation? Were you possessed?"

Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)

Have some self-awareness. What's going on with me? Don't you know perfectly well?

"Speak!"

Lu Bei kept a stern face and took one step forward. "Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? Hasn't this Sect Master even hit you yet!"

"Ying ying ying."

Tu Yuan instinctively retreated three steps, her heart bitter beyond words.

She had pledged herself to the Lord of Heavenly Demons. Overnight, she had gone from an invisible little Demonic Cultivator to a Mahayana Stage cultivator—and an exceptionally powerful one at that.

Exactly how powerful, Tu Yuan could not assess because her horizons were limited. In short, she was incredibly powerful.

Comparing herself against the supreme demonic art, the Great Luo Myriad Tribulations Undying Method, and several peerless Great Divine Abilities of unparalleled might, she felt that beneath the vast heavens and earth, the only one without an equal was her Master.

To put it more cautiously, there were only a handful of people in the world who could fight her to a draw.

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Because she was too powerful, Tu Yuan was terribly uneasy, and she resisted the task her Master had given her even more strongly.

Aside from the fact that a dog that bit its master would ultimately die anyway, it did not matter whom she chose. Besides, her Master had given her far too much.

If the Master in the mortal world did not possess overwhelming strength, would the Master in the Demon Realm