Mu Yan Hong did not refute her. Instead, to conserve her strength, she simply closed her eyes.
Though she had said so, she did not actually believe that Luo Hong would be able to match Qu Ling after returning from the Nethercold Immortal Mansion.
After all, no matter how great an opportunity he had obtained, he would need time to digest it.
A little over a year was far too short for his cultivation to undergo any change. Even if he had acquired some supreme treasure, he would find it difficult to wield its power.
Fortunately, Brother Mo is not a reckless man. He will surely make the right choice.
It is only a pity that I was unable to see Fellow Daoist Jiao Eight one last time.
Mu Yan Hong sighed to herself.
Seeing this, Qu Ling did not immediately vent her anger on Mu Yan Hong. It was not that she had suddenly become kindhearted, but that she feared failing to hold back and directly killing Mu Yan Hong in her current terribly weakened state.
That would be letting her off far too easily!
With a cold snort, Qu Ling turned away and walked over to the Golden Great Formation at the side, checking the formation patterns one last time.
When she saw the damaged area Luo Hong had created, irritation surged in her heart again, as if a rat were darting about beneath her feet, yet she could never step on it.
"Qu Ling, you will not succeed! Release this fairy at once!"
Within the golden light barrier, a Golden Beetle over ten feet long began ramming into it with repeated bangs, its voice like that of a child.
"Hehe, Dao Worm, why continue struggling? I will reunite you all eventually anyway. Isn't that what you have