Silvermoon’s figure stood rigid and her complexion turned pale, but after taking another glance at Long Meng, her lips curled in a sneer. 

“You are me and I am you. If you let the others know, you won’t be any better off. And that person may have married Ling Long, but he favored me most of all. Did you already forget who had helped me suppress you and forced you to eternally sleep in the body.”

When Long Meng heard this, the smile on her face faded with every word to be replaced with a malevolent gaze. She coldly chuckled and pressed her hand onto the spell formation.

A huge explosion shook the air. The white teleportation formation that brought the cultivators there had collapsed into the ground, leaving behind a three-meter-deep hole.

Having just made their way to the teleportation formation, the Silver-winged Nightfiend and the Lion Hawk were appalled and stopped in their tracks.

Long Meng coldly glanced at them, “Where...