"This adaptability, indeed worthy of the incarnation of the Lord of the Mansion."
Breathing slightly, Chang Xi brushed her forehead, clearly seeing her hair accelerating in its shedding.
This meant that Chang Xi was getting closer to death.
Yet she still managed to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, as if it were merely a trivial matter.
"I'm not the Lord of the Netherworld; I'm of the Jinhong Clan!"
Her eyes widened instantly, and the Jinhong Clan shouted angrily, raising his voice.
"I am the child of the Goddess of Myldusp, descended from the Shaohai clan, not an incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld!"
A trace of bewilderment flashed across her face involuntarily.
Chang Xi never imagined that the words would infuriate the Jinhong Clan.
The next moment, the enraged Jinhong Clan broke the distorted time order, appearing directly in front of Chang Xi.
