At this moment, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes turned red, and she hurried forward.
She wanted to grasp Consort Chen's hand, but because it was only a wisp of divine thought, her hands passed straight through the phantom, grasping nothing.
"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Lu Yuanzhi questioned with a sobbing voice.
Consort Chen's divine thought was almost exhausted by now and began to dim, her figure gradually becoming blurry.
Looking at her two sisters who had finally resolved their misunderstanding, she forced a slight smile.
As if all the misunderstandings of the past were redeemed at this moment.
Currently, almost all the Spirit Severing Realm cultivators in the Holy Martial Dynasty are somehow connected to them, especially the Nine Nether Demon Lotus, which they regard as their private possession.
I must give my all and navigate among them to avoid arousing their suspicion.
But now, it was all worth it!
Except that she must be trapped in that cage for the rest of her life.
Whoosh!
