In this open-air hall, no one answered for a long time. Song Yin frowned and raised his voice:
"Are you the King of Nanping?"
The figure within the gauze curtain remained motionless.
Song Yin took two steps forward and reached out to grab the gauze curtain.
"Why"
Suddenly, a faint sigh was heard from within the gauze curtain. The sound was very light and pleasant to hear, like the sound of an orchid in a valley, ethereal and with a hint of mystery.
With this sigh, the circular gauze curtain surrounding the big bed was slowly lifted, revealing an extremely graceful body.
It was indeed a woman, with delicate features as if she had been drawn, fair skin and slender hair. Her graceful body was covered only by a veil, and her beauty was sometimes visible and sometimes invisible, but there was a sacred feeling about it that made people dare not explore.
It is so beautiful that it seems like a fairy in a painting.
"Yang Jun is useless. He actually let someone like you in."
The woman opened her eyes, and the divine light that shone from her eyes was like the starry sky, deep and colorful. Just looking at those eyes was enough to make people obsessed.
The person in front of him seemed to be attracted by those eyes, and his whole body froze there, not moving at all.
The woman sighed softly, a hint of impatience flashed across her face. Just as she was about to speak, the man who was supposed to be attracted by her eyes spoke.
"Are you the ruler of Nanping?"
Song Yin stared at the woman, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes full of clarity. He was not attracted by her pupils, and even ignored the woman's veil as if it was nothing, as if he was looking at something very common.
A hint of surprise flashed across the woman's deep eyes, but soon she turned angry.
"Am I not beautiful?" the woman asked.
Song Yin didn't understand why, but still said, "It looks good."
"Um"
The woman slowly stood up, making her graceful body under the veil even more stunning. "Then why aren't you fascinated by me?"
“Why am I fascinated by evil ways?”
Song Yin frowned: "Stop talking nonsense, evil, I want to ask you if you are the king of Nanping."
Hearing this, the woman glanced at Song Yin again and said with a smile, "He is an interesting man. He can look me in the eye. Not to mention Qi Refining, even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage would be hard to stop."
She gradually sat up straight, with one leg crossed over the other, almost glowing under the starry sky. Her star-like eyes looked at Song Yin, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.
"He killed Uncle Kui, Yuan Chongsui, and Lord Yang. As a person at the Qi Refining stage, I have to admit that he did a good job. What a pity."
Her eyes became contemptuous, and she crossed her other leg. Her long and slender legs moved quickly and glisteningly.
"I can't see your whereabouts. People like you are usually puppets sent down by those disgusting things. You don't even know your own fate. You just rush forward with passion, but in the end you can only fall into an even more desperate abyss. How pathetic."
"A mere puppet, no matter how powerful you are, is not qualified to meet me. But since you have come up, I cannot lose my manners."
She smiled softly: "I am the emperor of Nanping."
"You are right. I have something to ask you."
Song Yin stared at the woman and shouted:
"As the royal family of Nanping, are you going to let those evil ways absorb your people at will? Seeing families torn apart, wives and children separated, and mortals starving and homeless, won't your conscience be affected?"
"What are mortals in your eyes? What do those evil ways mean to you?!"
He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but had not done it until now, just to ask this question.
He wanted to ask what the royal family of Nanping Kingdom was thinking.
He didn't need to ask about the evil ways, because those beings relied on absorbing mortals to cultivate, and they would kill them on sight.
But as the ruler of a country, cultivation shouldn't be the only thing on your mind.
Song Yin's words made the woman stand there in a daze, as if she was shocked. She stared at Song Yin for a while, and suddenly her body trembled. The gracefulness under the gauze was as turbulent as the tide, and as gentle as a river.
"Hahahahahaha, hahahahaha!"
She seemed to have heard a very funny joke. She crossed her arms under the abyss and mountain-like water, her body trembling with laughter, her smile as bright as a flower, as if the fairy in the painting had come to life.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "You talk so funny. I like you. I like you very much. Why don't you join me? I will appoint you as the Grand Master of Music. I believe that you will bring some joy to this boring place in the court."
"Answer me!"
Divine light burst out from Song Yin's eyes, and white gas rose from his body into the sky, swirling wildly around, making the woman's hair fly.
The white mist made the woman stunned again.
"This aura feels good, a mere puppet, the method is OK, um, can Dan Sect produce something like this? It has some familiar traces, but unfortunately, I don't have the convenience like that waste Yang Jun."
The woman adjusted her sitting position again and said, "People in the market like to observe people's words and expressions and serve them according to their tastes, so they can see clearly, but I am not a person in the market. I am a person with a bloodline and a noble stomach."
She raised her lips slightly, "Since you are interesting, I will answer you. Mortals are mortals. They have not been able to transform into immortals. A few decades have passed in the blink of an eye. After a nap, you found that the faces of mortals have changed and their numbers have increased. It is their nature to look for food and reproduce every day for a hundred years."
"As for the evil ways you mentioned, hehe, it's really interesting that the Golden Immortal Sect actually said that humans are evil ways."
She chuckled again and pointed with her finger, and the outlined land began to grow into the shape of wild grass.
Then
Just pull it out and the weeds will disappear, and then thicker weeds will grow again.
"Mortals are just like weeds. They can never be burned out. They grow back when the wind blows. But weeds rely on heaven and earth to survive. It's really funny and sad."
"But wild grasses will always be eaten by wild animals. If we leave these wild animals alone, they will cause natural disasters and affect the soil. That's why we protect mortals, slay demons and monsters, and prevent them from invading."
"Our sect is naturally the one who controls the land."
boom!
A thick white light shot up and hit the woman, instantly submerging her figure and the bed beneath her.
The white light rushed extremely far away, almost rushing into the starry sky.
But in the white light, the figure was still sitting there.
As the white light disappeared, the woman still maintained the same sitting posture, looking down at Song Yin with pride. The big bed beneath her and the gauze curtain outside were not affected by the white light, as if they were illusions.
“How rude.”
The woman laughed and said, "When a disagreement arises, he resorts to violence. Although he is a 'human being', he is also an untouchable and anti-civilian. That's all. There is no point in saying this."
She stood up slowly, the veil making her look more sacred and seductive as she stood up. She stretched out a finger and pointed it at Song Yin.
"I am tired. Please disappear."
In the starry sky, there is a star emitting bright light, which gradually becomes bigger and finally illuminates the entire starry sky.
Stars, falling to the ground.