The little girl's hands swiftly tapped a few times, whispering softly, "You were so full of spirit back in the day, rising from being an obscure junior to an Immortal of the Second Grade within just a few decades. But all this was due to your greed..." The more Xiaosuisui spoke, the lower her voice became, and the gentler her actions.
Xunyang couldn't help but picture himself when he first obtained the Witchcraft secrets, his thoughts fluctuating with Xiaosuisui's every word and action!
Soon, he discovered a door, shimmering with rippling light, with halos spreading outwards, and someone stood at the entrance.
Xunyang was puzzled, for this person seemed so familiar, yet whose child could it be?
Xiaosuisui's voice continued to echo softly.
"Don't you recognize yourself? It's you, Xunyang. Haven't you realized? How pitiful you were back then?
