"Is it possible?" The woman looked down at the big wolf dog.
The big wolf dog was still a bit dumbfounded, but its head shook wildly: "You can even ask such a question? Obviously not possible!"
"Why not?" The woman's tone was somewhat elusive.
"Little sister, you've let Lord Wolf down." The big wolf dog covered its eyes with a paw, cursing, "Those who can comprehend the pressure of abandonment are basically immortals. Only top-tier beings like us can begin to dabble in it at the fusion realm. How could it be the Dao Venerable showing off?"
The woman was a bit dazed: "So..."
"Heh, so these ninety-five levels actually signify the disappearance of two other pressures." The big wolf dog grinned, "A rank every six months, this is what befits the heir to the Evil Emperor."
Hearing this, the woman was about to nod instinctively, but another matter surfaced in her mind.
Thinking of this, the woman furrowed her brows slightly and let out a barely perceptible sigh.
