853 Sweet Potatoes Cool Easily (2/2)

”It's enough to feed the refugees in Hebei County back then! But she doesn't care! Look at what she's doing! That's confidence!”

There were dangerous clouds floating around the quiet precipice. Ning Que climbed to the stone window like a herbalist and talked earnestly to the window. Even though Chen Pipi refused to turn around and could not hear what he was saying, he grew more and more excited. He could not help but laugh rudely when he thought of the fat lady.

There had not been any trace left behind by humans on the precipice for tens and thousands of years, and the West-Hill Divine Palace did not have any surveillance on the area. That was why Ning Que could speak as he wished. And even if his voice traveled upwards with the wind, it would become softer than the rustling of leaves once it reached the peak where the Divine Halls were. Not even powerhouses who were above the Five States would be able to hear him. As such, Ning Que was very assured. However, he had long forgotten that the woman in the Divine Hall of Light was not human.

Sangsang stood on the balcony behind the Divine Hall of Light and looked at the ludicrous scene happening in the abyss below. She listened to the funny man saying ridiculous things, and she frowned slightly.

The floor behind her was as smooth as jade, and on them, was a neatly piled stack of sweet potatoes. Not far away, were the skins of already devoured potatoes. She held an icy cold sweet potato in her hand.

The holy and solemn Divine Hall of Light was crammed with urns of food and sweet potatoes. Even though those objects, including the trash, were all kept neatly and were filled with icy cold lines, they were still food. No matter how cold and orderly they were, they still had the unique taste of the mortal world.

This was also the reason why she had become so angry after hearing what Ning Que said on the precipice.

Countless stars ignited and burnt into oblivion in her eyes, and countless seas were set on fire and boiled. Her powerful will swept through the world with an angry fire, as if it was about to burn everything.

Unlike the previous two times, the skies did not change due to her anger tonight, and lightning and thunder did not strike. She had already learned how to control things like her emotions.

To cultivators or human beings, learning how to control their emotions was definitely a good thing. However, it was not for her. Because if one looked at it from a different point of view, it meant that she had started to grow used to the emotions in her subconscious, but she was not supposed to.

Only humans needed something as useless as emotions. She was the order of the world and was objective and cold. She would not feel joy from the things around her, and did not feel sadness. When she started to feel hatred and anger or other emotions, and even learned to be used to them, what changes would occur?

The sweet potato she held in her hand had already turned cold, just like the world and life that she had once been used to. She raised the potato to her lips and took a bite and realized the discomfort coming from her tongue and lips. She knew that this was because the potato did not taste good. Sweet potatoes were good only when they were eaten hot.

She looked at the moon in the night sky and did not speak as usual. Her slender long eyes scrunched up lightly, just like how the willow leaves were folded up by the wind at Yanming Lake.

She was Haotian who had been left behind on the mortal world. As the aura of the world grew cloudy, she wanted to return to the world and life she was familiar with. However, the door to the Kingdom of God had been destroyed and blocked by the moon. She could not clear the path blocked by the moon with her own strength.

The Light Sacrifice held by the West-Hill Divine Palace was their attempt at trying to help her to clear the path to the Divine Land of Haotian. They had chosen Chen Pipi because of his pure bloodline, and the most pious belief of many generations of his ancestors. Also, he was the student the moon doted on the most.

She looked at the moon and imagined what she would do once she returned to the Kingdom of God and felt slightly better. Then, she suddenly recalled that there were neither hot nor cold sweet potatoes in the Kingdom of God.

Her mind suddenly cleared, and the alertness in her heart grew. She glanced at the sweet potato in her hand that had been heated up with Divine Light and frowned in displeasure. Then, she threw the potato off the balcony.

The Divine Hall of Light was at the peak and below it, were three cliff platforms. Below them, were the precipice and the You Prison. The sweet potato did not fall into the abyss, but instead, fell on the third cliff platform.

Ning Que, who was on the precipice, had, fortunately, escaped the fate of being the first person in history to have been struck to death by a sweet potato. The Big Black Horse was startled by the sweet potato that landed beside it. It looked at the sweet potato that splattered onto the ground and at the steam emitting from it. It smelled the fragrance coming from the potato flesh and thought of how he had worked hard for Ning Que over the past few nights, along with it his sad fate of not even having supper. He could not help but be thankful, and thanked Haotian incessantly for his gift.