Hearing me make that harsh declaration, Di Zuo gritted her teeth and said through her tears, "That High God bullied a lesser god like me so shamelessly—doesn't it bother you? I was cultivating wholeheartedly, minding my own business, and had done nothing disrespectful to the High God. Yet you seized my soul-consciousness, then fought with that Fierce Resentment, resulting in a senseless duel and forging such a bitter enmity! After all that, I had already suffered such grievances, yet you still want to seize my Mengmei. Why do you keep pestering me without end?!"
Although Di Zuo was overreacting, she was not entirely without reason.
Before this, in my search for suitable Ghosts of the Dao, I had not given much consideration to their personal wishes. Seizing the soul-consciousnesses of two people and forcing them to fight had indeed been somewhat one-sided and coercive.
Still, I would not actually feel burdened by it. Fierce Resentment had always acted madly. As for Di Zuo, although Lingyi had recommended her, she was no kind soul either. Her actions could be somewhat extreme, and she would readily take people's lives. Over the past hundred years, she had killed more than a few people who had shown her disrespect.
"So Mengmei really is important to you. Fine, I'll return her to you!" With that, I tossed the golden snake back to her.
Di Zuo caught Mengmei and hurriedly tucked her back into her sleeve. Only then did her expression ease slightly. "Mengmei has saved my life countless times. If you were in my place, what would you do?"
"Hmm, it seems I went too far. I didn't know that your Mengmei was actually a Radiant Demon. Blending into the light and dust, she really did make me think she wasn't a living being, but