"Just you?" Zhong Ling interjected, sneering before Jiang Chen could speak. "I have never had any need for a fig leaf, unlike you—a rat scurrying across the street that everyone has the right to kill."
The illusory shadow of Wuji seemed somewhat intimidated by Zhong Ling, to the point that it completely ignored her and turned toward the gathering at large.
"All of you, Spirits of Pneuma, you know well the lives you led when I presided over this acquired world."
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