The Red Tassel Spear woman observed the natural demeanor of the Source Ancestor, his smooth responses, and even the timely flash of sadness in his eyes. She did not fault him further. Instead, she pondered on the reinforcements he mentioned... Did that young man tell everyone in this realm about the promised reinforcements?
In her mind seemed to surface the scene in that bleak desperate situation under the oppression of the True Immortal Ancient Demon, when the young man, with solemn determination, entrusted promises like a will, informing everyone of the Immortal Divine reinforcements, then resolutely met his death...
Her fingers slightly clenched; she had come too late.
With her brows furrowed, suddenly losing interest, she glanced at the two persons and turned to leave.
The Source Ancestor noticed she was about to leave and hastily said: "Fairy, please stay!"
The Red Tassel Spear woman paused slightly, turning her head: "?"
