Before his words had even fallen, the old devil pointed a finger. Zhu Qianru's movements suddenly froze; she had been bound by some strange, mysterious spell, unable to move in the slightest.
"Heh heh, little beauty, how could I bear to let you die? Such heavenly fragrance and national beauty—wouldn't killing you be a reckless waste of Heaven's gifts? You'd best obediently become this old man's cauldron."
The old devil's smug laughter entered her ears. Zhu Qianru only felt a chill run from the crown of her head straight down to the soles of her feet. Tears shimmered in her eyes; she only wished she could die at once, yet she could not move so much as a finger.
The short, fat old man was both shocked and furious. How could he watch his junior sister be humiliated? But the gap in strength between the two sides was far too great. Forget saving anyone—right now, he was like a clay bodhisattva fording a river, unable even to protect himself.
A flash of ferocity crossed Flower-Plucking Old Devil's eyes. He had no intention of wasting more time here either, and was just about to use ruthless means to cut down the four of them when a cold laugh suddenly entered his ears.
The voice was not loud, but the old devil's expression abruptly froze. Impossible. There was another immortal cultivator nearby, and they had actually hidden from his divine sense. Could it be...
He abruptly turned around.
His gaze roved over the surroundings, and not the slightest trace of smugness could be seen on his face anymore. In its place was incomparable gravity. "Who is it, daring to play ghostly tricks before this old man?"
"With that bit of cultivation, Your Excellency can't even see through my hiding place, yet you