The Tragedy of Mao Xi Li

"Qing Er, be careful…" said Chu Yu as he looked at a mountain that was flying towards them. Using his Sacred Art of Fleet Footwork, he dodged the attack.

Behind the mountain was the old man who laughed gleefully as he broke through the mountain.

Chu Yu was speechless.

Qing Er had taken over and used the old man's body as her toy, as Chu Yu had not told her how he managed to get rid of him.

"Your soul force isn't as powerful as mine, this is rather dangerous. At the very end, even if we obtain his body, we might lose a part of our divine sense…".

Chu Yu was truly worried.

"Qing Er, please, you can't do this, it isn't right.".

"You little boy, continue babbling and I'll kill you!" echoed the old man's voice from his shell.

"Alright, alright, you win," conceded Chu Yu.

"Hehe," laughed Qing Er, she still did not give up the body.

With no way of convincing her otherwise, Chu Yu prepared to leave this place with her.