Mo Zhi, in this state, is clearly the ghost of the Shura tribe, condemned to the Abyss Purgatory, never to reincarnate.
For Yun Ran to encounter a problem of this probability, there's truly no one else like her.
No wonder the Heavenly Dao has deemed her a 'bad seed'; whether it's Yun Ran herself or the ones she raises around her, they're all species that can pierce the heavens.
Yet, seeing Yun Ran's distressed expression, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
However, given that they're now on the same boat, Xuan Chu felt that if he didn't offer some comfort, it would seem somewhat unkind.
He immediately patted Yun Ran on the shoulder: "If there's anything I can help with, just say the word."
Yun Ran: ...
She's the undisputed ruler of Qingfeng Temple, one hundred pounds in weight, ninety-nine of which is defiance; does she need anyone's sympathy?
"Too much nonsense, has the evil energy finished evolving? Is the sealing repaired?"
