“What do you have to say for yourself, Lord Duanmu?”0

Ye Qing looked up and stared at the young girl sitting at the head of the table.0

“So, it was you! Hahahaha!”0

Duanmu Longhua did not answer him, however. Instead, she looked him up and down for a couple seconds before bursting out laughing. “So you’re the Trueman who infiltrated my Goddess City! I was thinking how I could suss you out and capture you, but to think that you would deliver yourself right to my doorsteps! Hahahaha! This is most fortuitous!”1

As Duanmu Longhua laughed, her expression and her presence grew twisted, crazed, and spine-chilling.0

“Oh? Fortuitous how, pray tell?” Ye Qing lifted his eyebrows.0

“Hahaha! You see, I needed just one more Trueman to become my human cauldron, and now, you have delivered yourself right to me. If this isn’t fortuitous, then what is?”2

Duanmu Longhua was bobbing her head left and right and changing her tone repeatedly for seemingly...0