Emperor
Editor: Atlas Studios
Chu Liuyue looked up.
The ripples of the void fluctuation covered that person's appearance and figure. Only a tall man could barely be seen.
He didn't walk out. His entire body seemed to be enveloped in that blurry fog.
Even his voice sounded like it came from afar.
"Eighth Deity, do you now regard the entire medicinal mountain as your private property?" The voice was cold and calm, but it carried a heavy pressure. Every word was like a heavy rock falling, making it difficult to breathe.
Shu Jing's face turned pale. She immediately lowered her head and said with a hint of panic, "Shu Jing wouldn't dare!"
Everyone around held their breaths. It was so quiet that they could hear the rustling of the leaves.
At this moment, it was as if the huge space had frozen!
Chu Liuyue's brows moved slightly. Who is this person? He can actually make Shu Jing, the Eighth Deity, so respectful and polite—and even… rather afraid and reverent?