"Mother, tell me, what is the other possibility?"
"Either, the Demon Lord Feng Fuce is willing for you to disassemble the Primordial Spirit and reunite, using all his mana, to gamble on a one in ten thousand chance of becoming a god."
Bai Zhi'er trembled all over.
She immediately shook her head, "No!"
Rather than that, she would rather find a successor.
Before the mother and daughter could discuss further, Bai Xilie had already turned back.
He stood beside Bai Zhi'er, his tone hesitant, "Zhi'er..."
"Father, what's wrong?"
Bai Xilie thought for a moment and still said, "They investigated the people who had grievances with Lan Xiu but found that Qingmei argued with Lan Xiu in the past two days. Apart from Qingmei, no one else had any altercation with her."
Bai Zhi'er stood up abruptly, "Sister Qingmei? How could that be! Everyone knows that Sister Qingmei is kind-hearted."
Bai Xilie turned his head, "Quanxi, repeat what you just told me to the Princess!"
