Demon Cultivator Mo Yan sat gleefully atop a mountain. She was about to level up. Once her level was high enough, it would be time for her to unleash her demonic might.
Chi Xue Child, Liuyue Xue, Liu Yiyi—all of them would have to bow before the Nightmare that was Demon Cultivator Mo Yan.
Just then, Master Mo Yan walked over to Mo Yan and asked, "Everyone else is busy adjusting their state. What are you doing here?"
Mo Yan quickly and secretly changed her nickname back. It would be a huge loss of face if she were caught.
Especially by Witch Dan Xue and the others.
They'd laugh at her for centuries.
Then, Mo Yan said, "Master, did you blow up my mother's cenotaph with her clothes again?"
Master Mo Yan's brow twitched. 'Why this topic again?'
Master Mo Yan then said with a stern expression, "It's probably just bad Feng Shui. Have you been studying your Feng Shui properly lately?
I've been telling you to study it properly since you were a child, but you never listen.
