Luo Dan saw that the other party had seen through her cultivation with a single glance, and immediately said in trepidation, "Yes, I bear no ill will. I hope Senior will…"
"Hehe, corpse cultivators are just dead people. You call me Senior?" The green-robed woman directly cut Luo Dan off, a trace of sinister malice flashing in her eyes. "These half-demons were lured here by you, weren't they? Since that's the case, it seems you're in league with them and not any good thing either. You should die just like them!"
As she spoke, the green-robed woman waved her hand, and a parasol flew out from her hand.
The parasol opened in midair and, as if endowed with life, began to spin on its own, emitting clicking sounds.
Looking closely, the parasol had actually sprouted countless sharp blades.
Luo Dan was greatly shocked, knowing that if she didn't hurry and run, she would likely die at the other's hands.
