“She’s currently in the sect. Please enter.”

Every disciple of the Mount Snow Sect was very respectful toward him for the man was none other than Yermolai Devereux, the disciple of the Omnipotent Lord. Not only that, but he was also a Macrocosm Ancestral God who cultivated ten Paths. As such, he held a high status in the First Universe. As a prodigy, he was not interested in any woman except for Quanesha Samara. The moment he lay his eyes on her, he was captivated by her beauty and would frequently visit the Mount Snow Sect to find her.

Yermolai returned the warm greetings with a smile and casually tossed some Genesis Stones to them.

“The Ancestral Cloud Master sure is generous!”

“Indeed, he would give us treasures every time he’s here.”

“If Master can join forces with him, the Mount Snow Sect would surely reach even greater heights.”

“I don't know what Master is thinking. It would be a waste not to accept such a fine gentleman.”

received presents were delighted. At the same time, they wondered

the familiar Mount Snow Sect and walked straight toward

the cliff of the spiritual

breeze stirred, and her dress and black flowy hair fluttered in the air. As she gazed at the spiritual mountain before her, her expression was one of consternation. She had no idea how much longer Forty-nine intended to stay, and she only hoped that he would leave as soon as possible. That was because her master was no longer around, and

“Quanesha.”

came. Upon hearing the voice, a disgusted expression appeared on Quanesha’s face as she leaped from the stone and landed steadily on the ground. As she looked at Yermolai who was

you doing

was as cold as

to

“No need for that.”

She said coldly.

had already gotten used to her coldness. The more apathetic she was, the more interested he grew, and the more he wished

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