Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 622

Wynter raised the iron rod. “Are you, a Foplya wooden doll, claiming to be God? Sorry, it seems that our textbooks on mythology don’t match. And I don’t play with dolls, nor do I wish to become your slave.

“I just have one question. Will you expel the spirits you’ve swallowed, or do I have to beat them out of you?

As Wynter said that, she had already bitten her finger. She smeared the blood along the iron rod, infusing it with her power.

Gabby’s eyes narrowed as she noticed Wynter’s defiance. An intense resentment flared in her gaze. It was pure malice.

“You Cascadians really like to do things the hard way. Since you won’t submit, stay and keep me company. Your body is much more suitable for me. The blood of a cultivator smells better.”