"Damn you! I'm not as perverted as you. I've never had a fetish for feeling up corpses, much less one that's been dead for who knew how many years. I can't believe you could bring yourself to do it." Yue Qianchou spat. He had practically been sickened full just watching that disgusting display, yet he still could not resist reaching out and poking the corpse twice to verify it. Finding that it really was soft, he could not help squeezing its arm as well. He coughed and withdrew his hand. "What I care about now is how much of his cultivation has been preserved."
The two of them stood before a corpse that had been dead for untold years, calmly talking as though nothing were amiss—and each taking turns touching it. Shen You instinctively looked around and found the whole scene horrifying.
"Can you stop always saying one thing and meaning another?" Hong Tailong spat back. Then, without giving him a chance to retort, he got straight to the point. "His cultivation seems to have suffered some loss. I heard that Star Lord Hong Hua had been at the Great God late stage back then. Now he's only at the Great God middle stage. Give it a try and see whether you can use it."
Just what were these two trying to do? Shen You stared wide-eyed at the two men standing with their backs to him beside the corpse.
"The Great God middle stage? That's enough, more than enough." Yue Qianchou swept his gaze over the entire corpse, his brows dancing with delight. He then patted Hong Tailong's chest with the back of his hand, signaling him to step aside. After circling the long couch twice more, he seemed to think of something and repeatedly shook his head with