Xue Qiu scratched its white fluff and offered a rotten idea from the sidelines, "Give him some medicine to make him obey honestly! Whatever position he wants to take, the ancestors will decide!"
Bai Chuwei glanced sideways, her eyes full of disdain, "What's with all the yellow waste in your head? So depraved!"
"You know what a soulmate is? Do you?"
Xue Qiu fell silent. When the ancestors started to attack it verbally, its status really had dropped.
They were not even cultivation partners bound by a contract, not to mention having spirit union, nor were they soulmates!
Bai Chuwei's voice was even more disdainful, "Right, you should watch less of those one-night-stand CEO stories. A single rat with nothing but improper thoughts in its head, you're already poor at cultivation, and this will destabilize your dao heart."
Xue Qiu: '...'
The ancestors now spend every day thinking about how to first do this and then do that with President Duan. How come her dao heart isn't unstable?
