Inside the vast Hall of Ascending Heaven, Xuanming wore an icy expression as she held Zhurong by one ankle and dragged him across the floor toward the exit.
All the Ancestral Shamans froze where they stood, casting pitying glances at Zhurong, who was still thoroughly dazed as Xuanming dragged him away.
Are you an idiot or what?
How could you say something like that to her face?
Wouldn't it have been much nicer to whisper it behind her back?
Goumang shrank his head like a quail and instinctively hid behind Dijiang, not daring to glance at Xuanming.
Fortunately, he had kept his mouth shut. If he had spoken...
Xuanming would not have been dragging just one person out.
She would have had one in each hand!!
"Ahem..."
"..."
Dijiang coughed dryly and turned to Daochen. "Do not be alarmed, fellow Daoist. My younger sister recently made a breakthrough, so her temper runs a little hot. She will be fine in a few days..."
"Hm?"
Daochen froze at those words and stared at Dijiang as though he had seen a ghost.
What are you doing???
Why does it sound like Dijiang means something more than he's saying?
Boom!
Another earth-shaking crash rang out.
This time, Xuanming really was dragging one person in each hand.
The second was not Goumang, but Dijiang...
A low scraping sound echoed through the Hall of Ascending Heaven.
Dijiang stared up at the ceiling of the Hall of Ascending Heaven with a look of utter despair, his expression filled with regret.
I didn't even spell it out!!!
Do you have to be so sensitive, Xuanming?
"The twelve of us siblings came here today, and we thank you for your hospitality, Demon Emperor. Should you not disdain us, please visit Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou someday. Our entire