The woman with the golden leaf mask hadn't spoken for a long time.
In the entire hall, if she did not speak, no life form or even Holy Spirit dared to speak.
This seemed to have become an unspoken rule.
Because of this, the scene appeared even more cold and silent.
"Feng Zishuang, considering the past partial favor of the Xuanwu Dragon Turtle, I won't argue with you, quickly step down! As for Zhou Lingyi, do you have anything to say?"
The woman with the golden leaf mask said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingyi's incredibly beautiful face showed a hint of sickly paleness.
As a Holy Spirit, being sickly shouldn't exist, and once it appears, it proves that the foundation of the Holy Spirit is worn and unstable.
This situation is the worst possible scenario.
Seeing this scene, a trace of mockery and disdain appeared in the eyes of the woman with the golden leaf mask.
Such a taunting cold smile was like bone spurs, stabbing deeply into Zhou Lingyi's heart.
