Nie Jiuque's fist suddenly clenched, and the candy in his hand instantly turned to powder.
His reaction said it all.
But Wen Xiao'ai didn't quite understand. The Soul-suppressing Beast is an Ancient Spiritual Object; wouldn't it be even more detached from worldly matters than those high-and-mighty immortals of the Immortal Realm who drink dew?
Why would it assist those Immortals in meddling with such affairs?
Although Wen Xiao'ai wanted to know the inside story, seeing Nie Jiuque's unstable emotions at the moment, she didn't want to provoke his sadness either, so she could only temporarily suppress her curiosity.
Actually, Wen Xiao'ai only wanted to know three things: why she looked so similar to the Immortal Shang Ying, why she always dreamed of Nie Jiuque and Shang Ying, and what the face behind this person's mask looked like, why it always gave her a strange sense of familiarity.
