A con artist!

Ye Xuan was a bit speechless. He looked at Meng Po in the distance. Meng Po was limp on the ground, her face turning pale. Unlike before, she was like a dying old woman now.

Meng Po looked dull and muttered something.

Ye Xuan was quiet.

He didn’t mean to hurt Meng Po. After all, she didn’t intend to kill him either. However, nor did he expect that Meng Po would be deprived of the divine position just because of what ...