"Who are you?"
"How dare you attack one of Seventh Prince's people?"
Although her Magic Power had suddenly vanished, Luo Ying quickly calmed herself. Her willow-like eyebrows rose sharply as she questioned the burly man before her.
She had weathered numerous trials and tribulations since defecting from the Flying Feather Immortal Palace to the Seven Sufferings Demon Domain, which was under the Mingquan Sect's control. Even now, faced with this unexpected peril, her mental fortitude prevented her from panicking.
"Immortal Luo..."
"I am looking for you on behalf of the Twelfth Miss of the Demon Lord's Mansion. As long as you help me..."
Xu Xing had no intention of reminiscing with Luo Ying, as they were hardly acquainted. Thus, he directly and candidly stated his purpose.
After speaking, he once again employed the Other Shore Ghost Spring, a divine power of fate, to lay a curse upon Luo Ying.
"No wonder Sister Cui is willing to submit to you."
