"Master's nephew! What's wrong with Yaoyao!"
Guilingling grabbed Zi Yao's wrist, and soon let out a surprised chirp:
"Eh, nothing's wrong, there's no injury inside her body, how come her Primordial Spirit suddenly fell into a coma?"
Li Ping'an lifted his chin toward the high sky and sighed with a smile: "Six grand stars, six strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, six opportunities to become a True Heavenly Dao Saint, whoever seizes it, it's theirs."
Guilingling was stunned for a moment.
She turned her head to fly away but was grabbed by the collar by Li Ping'an, flailing her short little legs in defiance.
"Forget it, the six strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi are meant for the Six Great Masters, there's a lot going on in there."
"Darn it!"
Guilingling clenched her little fists, her small face full of regret, muttering:
"To think that the chance to become a Saint just brushed past me!"
Li Ping'an's expression instantly became hard to articulate.
