บท 162: One hundred and fifty-two, white colt in the empty valley

At the end of summer, the maple trees at the base of Qingya Peak had already turned slightly yellow, and cicadas were everywhere, proving utterly annoying.

"They seem like they never get tired, chirping non-stop all day long." Sangmo, frustrated, walked up the mountain. "Little Mirror, when it comes to seeking out an Evil God, you should take the initiative," she mumbled.

"The Emperor, that son of a turtle, originally descended just to supervise. Do I look like I would slack off?"

The more she spoke, the angrier she got; she took all her frustration out on an unfortunate tree that couldn't talk back, continually cursing, "Annoying, annoying, annoying!!"

The poor tree rustled loudly as it was kicked; Sangmo, still not appeased, took out her frustration on the grass next to her.

"Who's the Emperor?" A sudden voice asked; Sangmo turned her frowning face to see Huang Cuihua standing with her arms crossed beside a large tree.

"It's none of your business," she replied irritably.