With a thought, the land becomes a vast sea. With another thought, it transforms a field of mulberries. With a thought, a thousand friends are killed. With another thought, ten thousand Immortals are slain. Only I alone… shall be everlasting.
"I...." Zhao Tianjiao began nervously, but couldn't even figure out what to say after that. After hearing everything that Bai Xiaochun had said so far, his heart was already filled with profound gratitude.
