Qingcheng looked down condescendingly at Fairy Ziyan sprawled on the ground, a flash of contempt crossing her eyes.
If the Immortal Realm had more immortals like this—cowardly and accustomed to a life of luxury and ease—how could her Zerg fail to conquer this fertile land? At this thought, a look of greed inevitably flickered in her eyes.
Meanwhile, fluctuations of Immortal Spiritual Energy emanated from Fairy Ziyan's body on the ground, as if two forces were battling within that shell. Qingcheng reined in her thoughts, staring intently at the purple-robed fairy on the ground to act as her protector, making sure nothing happened to the young master.
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