A familiar voice rang out behind Bu Fang. Then, a slim hand rested on his shoulder, stopping him in his attempt to crush the divine power liquid drop.
His brows furrowed as he glanced at the hand that was wrapped in ghostly green light. There was no doubt that the voice came from Nethery. Had she finished receiving the inheritance?
Bu Fang turned his head and met Nethery's eyes. At that instant, he felt a bitter chill rise from the depths of his heart. She still gave him the same familiar feeling, but her aura was different.
In his eyes, the cursed snake inside her had completely awakened and was staring at him with its forked tongue sticking out. The feeling that sent shivers down his spine came from this very snake.
