บท 572: Bedfellows

The teenager in green coldly harrumphed and could not seem to care. A mocking smile flashed across her face as though that other teenager had said something utterly stupid. "Finally experienced the pain of having your soul roaming? What about Wuhen? She has been pinned under Mount Qimo for ten million years! Have you considered how she felt? If it weren't for you, would she be trapped there? Do you want history to repeat itself and return to the celestial realm? Fat hope!"

The teenager in white seemed a little saddened, and her delicate eyebrows curled up. She was about to speak but decided against it and bitterly smiled. "Do you think I want to repeat that calamity for the want of returning to the celestial realm?"