The Enlightened Spirit Consciousness's tone was cold and authoritative, bearing the sheer pressure of a superior addressing an inferior, without the slightest trace of emotion.
Yet Xue Qingcheng showed no fear. She stood straight and declared clearly, "But now Lin Mo has been attacked and is on the brink of death. Only you can save him, Senior."
"If you refuse to let me ask this third question on his behalf, Lin Mo will surely die."
"If he dies, he'll never be able to ask his final question. As the embodiment of wisdom, wouldn't you be breaking your word for your own benefit, Senior?"
Hearing Xue Qingcheng's fierce argument, Feng Xu and Mo Qing both felt secretly alarmed.
At this point, the all-knowing Enlightened Spirit Consciousness was practically Lin Mo's last hope.
Rather than coaxing it gently or pleading desperately, Xue Qingcheng was arguing with it in such a stern voice and manner.
If the Enlightened Spirit Consciousness left them in a fit of anger, wouldn't Lin Mo truly be doomed?
Yet to everyone's surprise, faced with the accusations and questions of a young woman like Xue Qingcheng, the Enlightened Spirit Consciousness showed no anger. Instead, a hint of amusement entered its voice.
"Interesting."
"To dare speak to me with such an attitude-you have admirable courage."
"It seems you really are very important to this boy, little girl."
"Very well. I'll allow you to ask the third question on his behalf."
"Thank you, Senior!"
Joy appeared on Xue Qingcheng's face. She took a deep breath to steady herself and said solemnly, "Senior, may I ask, Lin Mo..."
But before Xue Qingcheng could finish her question, strands of white light gathered in her hands and condensed into a scroll.
Xue Qingcheng froze for a moment and asked in confusion, "Senior, this is..."