"Who is it?"
The cold gleam in the White Fox's eyes surged violently, but in a moment, her eyes fell upon Ren Changsheng, who had just returned from slaying two high-ranking Primordial Masters. Seeing the White Fox attempting to seize the snow lotus, Ren Changsheng did not intervene.
"Is it you?"
The White Fox's eyes flickered with coldness, but she did not make a move against Ren Changsheng. Ren Changsheng carried the destiny of the great path, which meant in this vast world, if Ren Changsheng did not strike at her, she could not strike at him.
"This snow lotus does not belong to you!"
Looking at the White Fox, Ren Changsheng spoke indifferently.
The White Fox and Golden Tiger were of similar cultivation, both at the level of three fragments of the great path. Such cultivation was not much different from the two people Ren Changsheng had just slain. To Ren Changsheng, they were no more than ants.
No challenge whatsoever.
"Hmph!"
