(PS: I've written eight thousand words today, will continue tomorrow!)
"This is the Nuwa Divine Palm, Yang Tian, how did you cultivate it?"
The sorceress's astonished voice rang out.
"I have nothing to say!"
Yang Tian replied coldly.
"Oh, really?" The sorceress's face turned cold, and she said, "Yang Tian, don't think that just because I find you interesting, you can cultivate my divine skill! I can kill you at any time, this divine skill took me over two thousand years to condense, I don't want to cultivate it, and I won't allow anyone else to!"
"So, you are truly Nuwa's inheritor?"
Yang Tian suddenly asked.
"What else do you know?"
The sorceress's face turned stern.
"I also know you were the master of this Ninefold Heaven Continent!" Yang Tian declared loudly, "Thirty years ago, you were forced to death by the Guardian of the continent, and your soul merged with a little fox. Now you've returned to restore your strength!"
