Can that fellow handle it this time?
Daoist Wen Jing stood quietly in the seawater. Her body was surrounded by layers of fog, isolating her immortal senses and vision.
That was a necessary preparation before she did anything bad.
In the eyes of her clansmen, mosquito puppets, and a large number of demons and beasts that were recruited by the Western Sect, the Queen was a mysterious woman… who was cold, arrogant, vicious, cunning.
Apart from the Saints and the Deputy Sect Masters of the Western Sect, she did not take anyone seriously.
However, in reality, what those ferocious creatures could not see in Daoist Wen Jing's heart…
Pui!
This stinky golden cicada is here to compete with me for credit again!
Hmph, does he think that he can become a true disciple of a Saint just by sucking up to the Great Sect Master?
It's all just his wishful thinking. He had also been used!