"You're willing to acknowledge this?"
Yin Tingxue didn't respond. She only vaguely heard certain sounds.
The wind...
The hurried sound of the wind breaking through the air, as if a sword was approaching.
The panic on her face abruptly vanished. Instead, she climbed up briskly, took a deep breath, and said, "Stop… stop now…"
"Stop?"
The Gu Huo bird found it instinctively amusing.
"Even without this tripod, I could keep grinding you down for an entire day—until you willingly call me 'Mother.'"
Outside the building, the world was utterly silent, the Cloud Mountains stacked layer upon layer.
The Gu Huo bird suddenly turned her head.
In the next instant, a streak of white light tore through the clouds, dragging a long rainbow like a comet, and the overwhelming Sword Qi slashed straight toward the small building.
