At the sound of that voice, every hair on Su Fan's body stood on end. His heart sank, and he instantly grew flustered.
He had never imagined that this old monster, who had been asleep for who knew how many years, would awaken at a time like this.
Though the chill at the back of his neck shot straight to the crown of his head, making his scalp prickle as if it were about to explode, Su Fan did not move even his fingertips. He continued holding Wei Xiao Mo's body steadily, his posture ramrod straight.
"Thank you, Senior..."
At that moment, Wei Xiao Mo in his arms spoke again. Her voice had shed its usual softness, leaving behind only bone-deep indifference and coldness, like icy water from a dead-cold abyss, without the slightest trace of warmth.
"You took the wrong path. If you want to advance further on the immortal path in the future, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven..."
Upon hearing this, a bitter curve tugged at the corners of Su Fan's mouth.
Of course I wanted to take the proper path, but wasn't I forced into this by circumstances?
Who didn't want to take one step at a time, cultivate steadily, build a solid Dao foundation, and advance toward the peak of the Great Dao step by step?
But ever since he had transmigrated into this Cultivation World, he had been struck by lightning until he was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, barely escaping with his soul intact.
What followed had been one terrifying crisis after another, plunging him into countless life-or-death situations.
Su Fan had wanted to take the proper path, but the heavens had never given him even the slightest chance. Again and again, they had