The Storm is Coming

Qing Mo put back her Wuliang Divine Fire instead of wielding it.

She told Zhang Ruochen that she was as powerful as an upper-class saint, and that she could help him with something, but there was no way that she would sleep with him.

It was impressive for her to become an upper-class saint, and together with Wuliang Divine Fire, Qing Mo could defeat everyone from Blood God Sect aside from elders like the four discipline kings and ten palace rulers.

"You're only an upper-class saint. You're just enough for me!" Zhang Ruochen said disdainfully.

Qing Mo said, "I've already become a pinnacle upper-class saint, and I have some incredible skills, and I can defeat some people who are at a higher level than upper-class saints. You're not even a saint yet. What gives you the right to show disdain for me?"

Zhang Ruochen pursed his lips and said, "If it was going to take me forty thousand years just to become an upper-class saint, I'd kill myself."