Xue Yuan sat down, defeated.
Chuzheng lowered her head, no longer paying attention to him.
"Hey."
Xue Yuan couldn't sit still and couldn't help but speak out.
"Hmm?"
The girl's voice was faint, making it seem somewhat ethereal and intangible in the cave.
Xue Yuan pouted and exhaled, "Does my true form look good or not?"
Without a second thought, Chuzheng answered, "Good-looking."
Flattered by the compliment, Xue Yuan's mood instantly lifted, "In ancient times, I was the best-looking fierce beast, that Du Hui..."
When it came to Du Hui, Xue Yuan paused slightly.
"What did you do to him?"
She had asked the people of the Divine Clan to leave last time, but he hadn't seen her do anything to Du Hui.
It was just circling that blood pool a few times, then walking away as if nothing had happened.
As a result, when he went out, he noticed the Demonic Qi had vanished, and the uncontrolled power inside her seemed to have calmed down as well.
Chuzheng spoke nonchalantly, "Do what?"