She opened her mouth laboriously, her voice carrying a trace of weak hoarseness: "Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Flower Palace, Le Miao... Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving my life! May I ask your esteemed name?"
Si Lingle slowly retracted the gray ripples from her palm, her silver-gray eyes under the cloak glanced at the giant beast's carcass on the ground, then turned to Le Miao. Her voice remained calm, without a hint of the waves following the slaying of the Golden God Beast:
"Nan Chu."
After a brief pause, she added, her gaze faintly sweeping over the emblem of the Divine Flower Palace on Le Miao's body:
"A mere trifling effort. The carcass of this brute is quite valuable, half for each of us."
The massive carcass of the beast sprawled across the shattered meteorite belt, its golden-red blood flowed like lava, gradually solidifying, emitting an astonishing energy pressure and fierce aura.
