Cangwu did not answer. He could not even solidify his physical form or use his magic weapons. Even if his body and soul were scattered, so what?
A true man knows what to do and what not to do.
Enraged, Canghai waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind pierced through Cangwu's body.
Cangwu's soul became even fainter.
"You are no match for me!"
"Really? I'd like to see who's so capable." A voice suddenly appeared.
Canghai looked towards the entrance.
A woman stood smiling at the palace gate. The palace was obviously very magnificent, but the woman's smile made everything else pale in comparison.
Ink Conceals!
Cangwu: "..."
"What? You're not welcoming me?" Linghu Lan walked in.
Cangwu glanced at her indifferently. "Get out!"
Linghu Lan: "..." With such a temper, you'll lose your sister.
Cangwu sighed, "You are no match for her!"
Linghu Lan smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern!"
Cangwu: "..."
Cang Hai felt her entire body burning with rage. She coldly asked, "You're not dead?"
Linghu Lan: "..." This chat is so awkward, I'll get blocked!
Mentally challenged!
"I changed my fate, added a few words, and said I won't die so easily. Thank you for the pen."
Linghu Lan held up her Book of Fate, which indeed contained a few words: It's impossible for Mo Yin to die of a sudden heart attack; she will live to be a hundred, possess countless riches, be respected by everyone, and have good fortune rolling in...
The following section was filled with effusive praise, almost claiming to encompass all the best things in the world.
Cangwu was stunned by that impossible statement.
The Fate-Controlling Brush was a magical artifact of ancient gods, capable of shaking mountains and rivers with a single stroke. Yet now it was being used by a young woman to alter the fate of the mortal world. This bizarre contrast made Cangwu's lips curl into a smile.
Cang Hai's face turned pale, and she quickly touched the mirror.
Then she saw the second half of what happened in the secret room when she was fighting with Cangwu.
Mo Yin tapped his fingers in the air a few times, as if putting something in his mouth. A moment later, he recovered, picked up the Fate-Controlling Pen and his Book of Fate from the ground, and began to change his fate...
Cang Hai withdrew his gaze, his cold eyes sweeping over Linghu Lan a few times, revealing his surprise at finding an interesting prey.
"I didn't realize you had such skill."
"Thanks!"
"Ha! Then let's see if you can escape my grasp!"
She thrust out a palm strike, and Linghu Lan smiled as she raised her sword to meet it.
Cangwu instinctively stood beside Linghu Lan, and together they blocked the palm strike.
Cang Hai was furious: "Cang Wu, you're helping her?"
"good!"
"Have you forgotten how you used to treat me?"
"You were a seed before, and I treated you well, that was only natural. Now, you've made a mistake, and that's it. Stop now!"
"Hmph! I was wrong?" Cang Hai sneered. "Cangwu, you gave birth to me. Whether I am righteous or evil, it is all thanks to you!"
Linghu Lan could tell that the plot was far too long to be written in ten thousand words. Suppressing her intense curiosity, she retorted:
"joke!"
"What a joke! You're just making things complicated!" Cang Hai sneered.
"I laugh at you. You've lived to this age, yet you're still a giant baby! Whether a person chooses to be righteous or wicked is their own business. Being righteous is open and honest, while being wicked is outrageous and condemned by both gods and men. That's your choice. If you do evil but don't dare to admit it, and instead blame it on others, hoping they'll take responsibility for you, do you still think you're a minor?"
Someone like you, making a suggestive promotional video, people will think you're too old!
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