"Who, who are you people?" Wei Xin was shocked, with a foreboding sense creeping up.
"Hmph, we're definitely not weak humans," Kong Hou snorted coldly.
Tianmiao remained silent, extending her hand to grasp at the void.
Wei Xin felt her power drain away in an instant. A black mist floated out, and with a flick of his finger, Dong Xiao incinerated the mist with a red flame.
Tianmiao looked at the severed black thread in her palm, frowned, and then crushed it.
"S-Senior?" Wei Yubao cautiously spoke.
"Ah, you've done well. Keep protecting this world." Tianmiao tossed a porcelain bottle, "Don't consume it all at once. Take it in three doses, and for those around you, maybe four or five? Or they'll explode."
Wei Yubao took the porcelain bottle, staring blankly at Tianmiao.
That demeanor, and those methods, this person—no, no, she's not human, right? Is she a Heavenly God?
