Well, talk about that. Shuqi touched her nose with a trace of awkwardness, refusing to look at the little thing's pathetic, pleading gaze toward her. With a decisive and ruthless glare at the creature, she channeled her cultivation technique without a word, manipulating her origin spiritual power to morph into a vine blade that swallowed the black ball up with merciless speed and precision.
It was pure, unadulterated apathy.
Shuqi's movements were simply too fast. Besides, the little thing had naively believed Shuqi to be the epitome of true goodness and beauty—innocent, kind, and lovely, just like the sweet, soft scent emanating from her. It never dreamed that Shuqi would launch a sneak attack. Without even a shred of struggle, the little thing was swallowed whole by Shuqi in an instant.
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