For a moment, Emperor Qian Shou felt that there was an 80% chance that something was wrong with his ears. What did she say?
She said that he was afraid of death? That he didn’t want to enter the cosmic grotto?
Didn’t she feel embarrassed by saying that? Didn’t she feel that she was disgracing the Yun family of the Sacred Mountain?
How did she say that? Did she not care about her face at all?
Just as he was feeling a little dumbfounded, he heard the little girl sigh:
“Sigh, what I’m afraid of Is What I’m afraid of. Even if I don’t want to enter the Cosmic Cave, I can still pass the selection. That would be too infuriating! Don’t you think so?”
Emperor Qian Shou felt like he could not let go of his anger. Although Yun Chujiu’s words were not sharp or foul, it still made him feel suffocated.
He was determined. When the selection was over, he would definitely urge the beast race disciples on stage to teach the little girl a good lesson.