Feng Xia, You Died So Tragically

As Feng Xia spoke, he himself could not hold it in anymore.

He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the woman again, while speaking slowly.

"There must be some mistake in this matter. Master showed me the images. That person is a burly man. Even his weapon is two maces. How can that be the number one goddess in the world?"

It could not be that everyone's aesthetic standards were distorted during Patriarch Chenhaii's era, right?

That kind of thing was too ridiculous.

"Mace?"

The woman pursed her lips. She raised her hand and drew a line in the air, condensing an image. "Are these the maces you're talking about?"