Ye Qingtang looked at the calm and collected Temple of Paragon's Paragon standing beside her. Several men from the Heavenly Demon Tribe Branch had just died miserably at her hands.
Indeed, as an Immortal Emperor, how could she be gentle?
"Sister Ye Yue, I have an idea," the Paragon said to Ye Qingtang after killing the black-robed men.
Ye Qingtang was stunned by the Paragon's words. She did not understand what she meant.
"Sister Ah Yao, what is it?" Ye Qingtang asked.
"It's about the black tower." The Paragon ignored the last black-robed man in the sky. Instead, she turned toward the black tower.
"When the two of us get close to the tower, our mental states will be disturbed. I want to know if the black tower is only targeting you and me." The Paragon explained to Ye Qingtang.
A glint flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes. The Paragon's idea was not bad.