Saint Molan was enveloped in Hun Changqing's overwhelmingly powerful aura, her mind reeling. She struggled to muster her Dou Qi to resist, but as it surged forth, she discovered something.
The Dou Sheng strength she had always taken pride in was utterly insignificant before this aura. It collapsed at the first clash, unable to withstand a single blow.
"Y-you... just how... how powerful are you?!"
At last, Saint Molan panicked. Terror crept into her eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice. She could not imagine what realm he must have reached to crush her Dou Sheng strength so utterly with nothing more than the aura leaking from him as he stood there.
Yet Hun Changqing did not answer Saint Molan. He slowly walked up to her and tore the plain gray-brown mask from her face.
Crack!
As the mask fell to the ground, a cascade of brilliant golden hair spilled down, revealing an exquisite, beautiful face with strikingly exotic features.
Together with her white robes, she somewhat resembled the foreign nuns Hun Changqing remembered from another world, possessing a certain air of holiness.
"Not bad-looking..."
He reached out and pinched Saint Molan's beautiful, holy-looking face, bringing a startling blush to her fair skin. Hun Changqing teased her before speaking again.
"Saint Molan, since you once saved Ya Fei, I don't want to search your soul. I hope you'll show some sense and tell me what I want to know."
At his words, the shame and indignation on Saint Molan's face froze. Naturally, she knew what a soul search meant. Conflict flickered in her eyes, and only after a while did she hesitantly speak to Hun Changqing.
"What do you want to do at that place?"
"Saint Molan, I hope you understand the situation. I'm the one asking questions here,