Nothing can escape her notice.
She perceives things with little effort, just like the first time they met many years ago.
Though that was many years ago, so long that he almost forgot the time, so long that she already has no impression of it.
Xue Qiu is clearly a bully, throwing stones at the lake, hands on hips, questioning: "Why are you here? Why aren't you running away? Do you look down on our ancestors, refuse to flee?"
Heavenly Dao was livid!
Damn it, this cursed rat!
Decades ago, a lightning bolt should have struck this white-haired rat dead in Bai Chuwei's vegetable garden!
Bai Chuwei grew impatient: "Speak."
The ancestor was too lazy to dawdle and got straight to the point.
The winter wind of O Continent carried a voice from the heavens, the lake surface churned incessantly—
'During the Gods' War, the Creator God used the last of his divine power to seal me at the bottom of this lake.'
Being Heavenly Dao was this frustrating!
