Facing his Little Junior Sister, Chen Changsheng, who had intended to perish together with the others, instantly lost his confidence.
That figure in blue-green robes had only been able to return because the Little Junior Sister before him had traded a million years of slumber for his return.
And when all Three Sages had been indifferent to whether they had forgotten something, only their Little Junior Sister had persisted tirelessly in her conviction.
Only then had he returned, a million years later!
If anyone in this world could point fingers at the Three Sages, it was none other than Daji.
Not to mention that this peerless beauty in blue-green robes was now effectively the savior of all three Supreme Sages.
After Daji slapped him, Chen Changsheng, who had been bristling with aggression, released the taut bowstring in his hand, his confidence faltering.
He looked meekly at his indifferent junior sister, too guilt-stricken to meet her eyes. In his heart, Chen Changsheng felt even greater guilt and remorse toward his Little Junior Sister.
"Have you become so powerful that you can shoot your fellow disciples dead whenever you please?" his Little Junior Sister asked coldly, looking indifferently at Chen Changsheng.
Hearing Daji's questioning, Chen Changsheng hurriedly said, "No, Little Junior Sister, listen to me. I was only..."
Daji gave Chen Changsheng no chance to explain. Instead, she pointed at the two kneeling figures and continued questioning him. "Or does having the two of them kneeling before you give you a great sense of satisfaction?"
Chen Changsheng glanced at the two kneeling there with their heads lowered, then at the indifferent Daji. His lips moved, but he dejectedly lowered his bow and arrow, slowly walked to Leng Qingsong's other side, and knelt.
Daji turned around and looked coldly at the three senior