A Thunder Gate appeared under Ling Yun's feet, and the lightning was filled with an icy chill. It was rather cold.
The little one's eyes rolled around craftily as she wondered why this Thunder Gate felt different this time.
Some people have lived long enough. It is time to send them off.
Ling Yun found it extremely amusing. A bunch of troublemakers—did a self-righteous ancient demon god truly think he was invincible?
And what about a Blade Venerable who dared to split the Underworld Domain? Heh, death was too good for him!
"Daddy, it's different!" Qianqian shook her head, refusing to step into the Thunder Gate. Clearly, she was the one who had brought it forth.
Beibei slightly frowned and replied, "Hurry up and get in. We're not waiting for you."
"Sister, hurry up." Little Irene rubbed her eyes. She had been waiting until she was impatient.
Ling Yun said, "Hurry on in. Once you're inside, I'll tell you."
"Mm-hmm!"
The little one scampered over eagerly and dashed right into Ling Yun's embrace.
"This is all because of that Ice Soul Divine Bead. It carries a potent ice attribute that can attach itself to any power," Ling Yun explained.
The little one did not know whether she understood or not, scratching her head in a way that was heart-meltingly cute.
Beibei made a playful teasing face and said, "Little sister doesn't want it, but I do!"
Qianqian shook her head. She wasn't that foolish. The Ice Soul Divine Bead had to be a good treasure; otherwise, why would all those people inside the cave have fought over it?
Now that the Ice Soul Divine Bead had slipped between her brows, it belonged to her. She wouldn't give it back—no, she wouldn't! She poked out her little lips in defiance.
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