Spanking

"Fall into the Mortal World?" Fang Yueya murmured the words. Having reached her level, she naturally understood what it meant. She immediately frowned and said, "The disciples of Ling Shuang Holy Land cultivate the path of detachment. They cannot develop feelings for men. If we fall into the mortal world, the Holy Land will not ignore it. Besides, can't the path we currently cultivate also lead to the God Realm?"

"The Holy Land cannot control me." An incomparable aura of dominance radiated from Ye Yiren. An invisible wind blew Fang Yueya's dress and sent her beautiful hair flying.

Fang Yueya's eyes were filled with reverence.

Ye Yiren withdrew her gaze and lightly waved her slender hand. The void trembled, and the distant abyss in space began to writhe. A moment later, it healed shut. She said softly, "This path can lead to the God Realm, even to the realm of the Supreme God, but it cannot lead to the ultimate peak."

At those words, Fang Yueya's heart trembled. She had not expected Ye Yiren's aspirations to be so lofty. Even reaching the realm of the Supreme God would not satisfy her—she wanted to go even higher.

She pressed her red lips together, wanting to say that she would already be satisfied upon reaching that realm. After thinking it over, however, she said, "Sister Yiren, let me think about it carefully."

Ye Yiren remained neither pleased nor saddened. "Everyone may choose their own path. There is no need to force such matters. You do not have to be the same as me."

Fang Yueya turned back to look at the full moon, then plucked a leaf. Spiritual power surged, and the leaf in her hand instantly turned to dust. She then said, "The two-epoch deadline is almost here. Can he get