Wei Tu, however, found the sight profoundly strange.
He had only taken liberties with Weeping River Devil Ancestor to brush off Sneaky Ancestor and extinguish that demon's intention of taking Weeping River Devil Ancestor as a cultivation furnace to recover from his injuries... It was not because he truly coveted her beauty.
Though her present "cooperation" would not disrupt his plans, it did shatter some of the idealized image he had of her.
After all, whether in the Human Realm, the Spirit Realm, or the Primordial Demon Origin Realm, she had always been an unreachable "immortal goddess" in the eyes of a lowly mortal cultivator from the lower realm like him.
"Could it be that, now that she has accepted her misfortune, she also wishes to use me as a bridge to climb another step higher?" Wei Tu raised a brow, immediately recalling his former concubine, Yan Xiaolan.
One was at Foundation Establishment, the other a Devil Ancestor. They seemed worlds apart, yet Wei Tu was now also "nobly beyond measure," someone with hopes of reaching Tribulation Transcendence.
Previously, as a Devil Ancestor, she had not needed to cling to him.
But now, having become a "prisoner," her former status and strength were naturally useless.
Rather than becoming a devil servant or dying outright, choosing to become his "Dao companion" was indeed a new and rather good path forward.
There was naturally nothing wrong with this choice.
It could be called "knowing which way the wind blows."
Yet her resolute words earlier—that she would not mind undoing herself—and the bearing of a chaste and unyielding woman still rang in his ears, fresh in his memory!
"Still, I should not press her too hard."
Wei Tu covertly glanced at Sneaky Ancestor hidden in his sleeve. His gaze narrowed, and the large