"Is this... that old thief Farmer Woodcutter?"
Great Abyss Consort had only just entered the "transmission passage" and had yet to steady herself when she saw that the thing Wei Tu had thrown at her was Farmer Woodcutter. She shuddered in alarm, and a trace of panic appeared on her face.
After all, this was Farmer Woodcutter—the very Farmer Woodcutter who, within the Illusory Mirage Realm, had joined forces with the Confucian-Robed Corpse Spirit to fight a host of powerful cultivators!
His strength might not have matched Old Ghost Pei's soul fragment carried by her avatar, but it should not have been so poor that, in such a short time, he had been defeated and captured, his cultivation realm plummeting.
Yet, even knowing that Farmer Woodcutter was no longer a threat, she still did not dare take the risk of catching the body Wei Tu had tossed her. As though it were a scalding hot potato, she prepared to sweep her sleeve and knock it away.
But at that very moment, a thunderous voice exploded beside her ears. The simple words, "Take it," made her delicate body stiffen. Her right hand trembled as she caught the Farmer Woodcutter Wei Tu had thrown over.
This obedience was not merely because her avatar had been imprisoned by Wei Tu, nor merely because he held her weakness in his grasp. It also stemmed from a fear of Wei Tu that came from the depths of her heart...
"It seems the relationship between you two is even more complicated than I thought... Fairy Consort, I am rather curious about what your avatar experienced in that human race secret realm." Seeing this strange scene, Mastiff Mountain Lord paused in surprise. He studied Great Abyss Consort's lovely face with interest, as though trying to find some