Saint Liu Yun had entered Yang Ye’s sea of consciousness, but a little girl who wore a white dress of a princess was looking coldly at him.

“You… who’re you? What are you doing within his sea of consciousness!?” There was no indifference left on Saint Liu Yun’s face, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

“You aren’t a piece of trash since you were able to cultivate into the Saint Realm. Unfortunately, you’ve actually been reduced to such an immoral state ...