Yunxi's eyes lit up as she asked:
"Senior Sister Mu, did that female cultivator take some kind of drug?"
Mu Ningzhu was somewhat speechless. At this moment, the male cultivator seemed to have been affected by the pink mist. He had already moved close to the female cultivator in red and even pulled her into his arms.
Although the male cultivator tried desperately to control himself, his words were already somewhat slurred.
"Fellow Daoist, wha... what's wrong with you?"
The female cultivator began tearing at her red robes uncontrollably as she moaned:
"I'm hot."
As the female cultivator in red tore at her own robes, she also tugged at the male cultivator's robes, as though an adults-only scene was about to unfold.
Mu Ningzhu immediately waved a hand, telling Yunxi and Zhen Tongshuang to close their eyes. Zhang Yan, standing nearby, had flushed as well. Yet although the three had closed their eyes, they all secretly released their divine sense.
Yunxi's divine sense was the strongest among the four. The instant she released it, her expression changed. Her divine sense then condensed into a thorn and stabbed toward a certain spot.
In the next instant, an animal's shriek reached everyone's ears. Yunxi had already stepped out of the formation, the Seven-Star Deadly Staff in her hand, and smashed it down viciously. Amid a burst of screams, a ripple spread through the entire ruined temple with Yunxi at its center.
Mu Ningzhu and the other two, who rushed out after her, were all startled. Then they discovered that the male cultivator who had just been embracing the girl in red had collapsed headfirst. The one in his arms was no girl at all, but a skeleton.
Yunxi put away her Deadly Staff with one hand and sighed:
"Tsk, tsk, it really