The male cultivator of the Beautiful People Race smiled gently and spoke to Xu Chunniang in a friendly tone.
"I, too, accidentally drifted into the Golden House and became trapped here. I bear you no ill will, so you need not fear me."
"Yes, yes. The Beautiful People Race is frail and beautiful, unskilled in battle. He probably means no harm."
The Sky-Gazing Hound gazed at the male cultivator of the Beautiful People Race in fascination, actually speaking up for him.
Xu Chunniang cast the Soul Suppressing Pot a cold glance. Seeing that the Sky-Gazing Hound still looked utterly bewitched, she grabbed the Soul Suppressing Pot and directly stuffed it into her small world.
The Sky-Gazing Hound struggled without cease. "What are you doing? Let go of your Grandpa Hou!"
Xu Chunniang said nothing. Locking onto the Soul Suppressing Pot with her divine sense, she forcibly threw it into her small world.
The male cultivator of the Beautiful People Race furrowed his delicate brows slightly, stirring an irresistible sense of pity in others.
"Why will you not trust me, Fellow Daoist? The Beautiful People Race is born weak. Other than a pleasing outer shell, we have no other strengths."
Xu Chunniang did not lower her guard because of his words. Although the Beautiful People Race had weak constitutions, they excelled in the art of bewitchment, able to make others unknowingly cast aside their defenses and willingly submit to their command.
The Sky-Gazing Hound, all brute strength and nothing else, had been easily bewitched by him.
And although she clearly knew this man had come with ill intent, she inexplicably could not summon much fighting spirit.
Knowing that if she allowed him to continue speaking, her fighting spirit would only crumble further, a flash of resolve appeared in Xu Chunniang's eyes.