Chapitre 857: I think I now understand why you like Thrice Reckless so much

What the hell does she mean by 'I messed up'?!

Don't tell me that the owner of that streak of evil energy was able to track us down by following the clues!

Just as this thought flashed through the mind of the banknote, it discovered that that streak of foul and wicked energy had condensed, assuming the shape of a ball, and was floating above the head of the blue-haired female cultivator, as well as its own.

The pressure of that supreme presence was getting heavier and heavier. This time, the banknote wasn't even able to retreat, and it could only fold on itself as if it had no backbone; it was a sign that its legs had gone soft.

It couldn't be helped, who told it to be born as a banknote?

Did you really expect a banknote to have a backbone? That was asking too much from a banknote... After all, a banknote didn't even have bones! Or did someone stuff bones inside your banknotes when they were printed?!