Xu Chunniang glanced at Qing Xuan, amusement flickering in her eyes. "This is no ordinary old man. He is the human Mahayana Venerable, Qing Xuan, the Qing family ancestor."
Several Demon Venerables were startled and stared at Xu Chunniang.
"What are you talking about? Do you take us for people who don't know Qing Xuan? Over the past several hundred years, we've dealt with quite a few venerables from the Five Great Families of the human race...
Huh, no, this aura really does seem to be that fellow Qing Xuan's? How did Qing Xuan end up looking like this?"
The Demon Venerables looked at one another, then incredulously examined Qing Xuan before turning their gazes back to Xu Chunniang and swallowing with difficulty.
The decrepit old man before them had once been the strongest human cultivator.
"Did you do this to him?"
Xu Chunniang smiled and shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I merely helped him repay the karma he owed ahead of time. He incurred that karma himself; it has nothing to do with me."
"Repay karma ahead of time..."
The Demon Venerables exchanged glances and tactfully did not press the matter further. To suffer a backlash from karmic power to such an extent, Qing Xuan could only blame himself.
This was an internal matter of the human race. As members of the Demon Race, there was no need for them to involve themselves.
"We came here because Little Orange and Little White were worried for your safety. Since you have encountered no danger, we shall take our leave first..."
"Second Master!"
Little Orange stepped forward and tugged at her Second Master's robe. "It's not often that we get to come out. Don't be in such a hurry to go back—I still want to watch the excitement."
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