"I am actually still the same person I was before; to you, treat me as you did back then."
After hearing Shi Feng's words, Shig Lingrou shook her head at him with a smile, seemingly somewhat bitter, saying, "Even if I want to treat you as the person you were back then, I simply cannot!"
"In the past, you were just a slightly gifted genius in my heart, but now, you are the Emperor of the World, worshipped by the masses!"
As she spoke, Shig Lingrou's charming face seemed a bit self-mocking.
Upon hearing her words, Shi Feng shook his head and chuckled, refraining from saying anything further.
Their figures continued to ascend along the towering pillar, and soon, they reached the top of the pillar.
At the top of the pillar was an Immortal Mountain enveloped in Immortal Mist, with dense, snow-colored trees filling the mountain, a pure white sight at first glance.
