"She should not suffer from constraints and be free. It's you! Who clipped her wings for your own personal desire and insisted on planting her inside this small box known as the palace," Cult Master Ding berated.
Mo Lian and Qiao Mu exchanged glances in dismay.
To what extent did this person want to talk to himself?
"Qiaoqiao, leave together with me!" Cult Master Ding stretched his hand out to her and told her in a strange tone, "You can abandon all of this and soar in the sky and journey through the forest on this vast earth. You should soar on the wings of a cyclone and not be trapped in this tiny place, satisfied with your present situation as a crown prince consort…"
Qiao Mu directly threw out an ice blade that glided through the air at Cult Master Ding.
However, Cult Master Ding neither dodged nor evaded, merely gazing faintly at the little lady.
