The Mud

Zhui Zi helped Chang Li comb the long hair that hung over her forehead.

Chang Li smiled gently. She pointed to the punishment cloud in the sky, "There is not much time for him. If you have anything else to ask, make the best use of your time."

Zhui Zi had yet to speak when the martial art fanatic San Wei inquired first, "Kong Nuer, whether it was you, or that unfortunate bastard god level body, had already achieved mastery in your cultivation... You were still hanging on in the mortal world and refused to cross the god's punishment and ascend to heaven as an immortal. What was the reason actually?"

The punishment cloud stopped midair. There was no way to tell when it would explode.