The Horror of the Older Sister

Shen Ying's hands trembled as she read the words on the paper. It was taking every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from throwing the paper aside. She stared into blank space, face becoming red and then pale, and then greenish, and then purplish. In just a few seconds, she was completely cured of her long-term facial paralysis.

"Shen Ying?" Lonemoon nudged her as she stood rooted to the ground. "What's going on? What does the letter say?" He could not help but step forward to look at what was written on the letter.

Shen Ying retracted her hands and heaved a long sigh. Then, her expression changed. She suddenly smiled warmly at the Godfiend. She fluttered her eyelids and sweetened her voice. "Mr Godfiend, may I ask if there's any other way I can help you? Forget merging the two realms - even if you want to merge four, five, six, or seven realms with the Three Realms, I will help you! Would you like to give it a shot?"

The Godfiend: "…"

Yi Qing: "…"