Crocodile Immortal Lord looked gravely at the unconscious woman on the ground and said in a deep voice, "She's badly hurt."
"I could see that without you telling me." Yue Qianchou crouched beside him, grinning and waggling his brows. "Old Demon, tell me—who exactly is she? Was she an old flame of yours?"
Crocodile Immortal Lord shot him a look and stared at his smirking face, sneering, "Who is she? Haven't you guessed already? She was once one of the Twelve Immortal Lords of the Immortal Realm."
"Uh..." Yue Qianchou's eyes were slightly blank at first, then his smile froze as though something had occurred to him. The corner of his mouth twitched as he pointed at the unconscious woman and asked weakly, "You mean... you mean she's Ji Wu?"
Crocodile Immortal Lord sat cross-legged without moving an inch and countered with a sneer, "If she isn't, then who do you think she is?"
Yue Qianchou's outstretched hand snapped back as though electrocuted. His expression stiffened. "Old Demon, don't joke with me. How could she be Ji Wu? With Ji Wu Immortal Lord's strength, who in the Eastern Pole Sacred Land would dare lay a hand on her?" Thinking of how he had slapped and kneaded this woman's backside earlier made a chill run down his spine.
"If I'm not mistaken..." Crocodile Immortal Lord turned back to look at the woman on the ground and sighed. "This may have started because of your master. I imagine your master wounded her badly first, and only then did she fall into the hands of this pack of petty scoundrels. Otherwise, those people wouldn't have had the nerve to touch her so lightly."
"She really is Ji Wu?" Yue Qianchou stood stunned, his gaze lingering on the unconscious woman's lovely face. Even with