Can that fellow handle it this time?
Daoist Wen Jing stood silently in the seawater, layers of mist already enveloping her and cutting off immortal senses and sight.
This was a necessary preparation every time she set out to do something bad.
To the eyes of her clansmen behind her, her puppets, and the great number of Demon Race and transformed fierce beasts absorbed by the Western Teachings, this Queen was a mysterious woman...
Cold and glamorous, aloof, ruthless, and cunning;
Aside from the Saints and a few Vice Sect Masters of the Western Teachings, she held no one in her eyes.
Yet what these vicious beings could not see was what lay in Daoist Wen Jing's heart...
*Pah!
That damned Golden Cicada is here to snatch credit from this Queen again!
Does he think that just because he knows how to flatter people, and has made the Great Sect Master comfortable with his bootlicking, he can become a true disciple of a Saint?
Wishful thinking. He is just being used as well!
This Queen had the foresight to find herself a new patron long ago. Hmph hmph!*
Daoist Wen Jing glanced at the young Daoist nearby, calmly withdrew her gaze, and curled her lips into a captivating smile.
Then Daoist Wen Jing frowned slightly, beginning to worry whether her "new patron" might make a miscalculation this time.
She did not wish to see the one she would serve in the future suffer a setback. That would make her feel she had pledged herself to the wrong person.
The hidden experts deployed by the Western Teachings were several times more numerous than Daoist Wen Jing had expected.
Her force was one of the six armies attacking the South Sea Dragon Palace. It gathered twenty thousand of her clansmen, six thousand