"What are the conditions?" A blush spread across Qingcheng Ruoxue's face. Her eyes had already opened—no, it was more accurate to say they had widened completely. She looked as if she were glaring at me, yet also warning me at the same time. ?
I smiled and said, "So even the Queen of Faces is afraid I'll name my conditions? Why don't we..."
"No! You beast, don't even think about it!" Qingcheng Ruoxue snapped through clenched teeth.
"I haven't even said anything. Do you really have to call me a beast right away?" I chuckled. Seeing the red clouds of anger billowing across her face, her charming appearance was practically that of a young girl. I couldn't help saying, "Why don't I act like a beast just this once?"
"How dare you! If you spout any more nonsense, I'll summon the God-Smiting Whip!" Qingcheng Ruoxue said resentfully.
"I haven't even said anything, so why are you being so sensitive? I only wanted to ask what your real name was, where your Household lived in the Ancient God Realm, whether you had any relatives, and so on. Did you really have to summon the God-Smiting Whip just because someone tried to strike up a conversation with you? You even said you had countless faces, yet in the end your skin was as thin as a little girl's." I mocked her.
Qingcheng Ruoxue was stunned when she heard that. She wore an expression of disbelief that I could be so innocent. Then she sprang up and looked at me, saying, "Do you think I could possibly have a Household? My Household is in the Human God Realm."
"So absolute? I refuse to believe you were thrown into the Human God Realm the moment you were born. Forget it, you don't want to