Looking at the name on it, the purple-eyed witch sighed softly. "When I first met you, I thought you were different from the others."
"So ..." "He's just a sanctimonious hypocrite," she said disappointedly as she closed the invitation.
Xia qingchen had killed the ghost Arhats many times.
Many of his subordinates tried to persuade the purple-eyed demoness to issue the black Moon order.
The purple-eyed witch never agreed.
Now, in her disappointment, she finally made up her mind.
She kept the black Moon token and prepared to find an opportunity to give it to Xia qingchen.
"Our meeting ends here." "Arrange some people to pretend to fight with me later. I don't want the spies of Nebula sect to suspect my identity." The purple-eyed demoness said.
The location of Dark moon's encampment was no secret.
There might be spies of Nebula sect lying in ambush nearby.