Cen Xian'er had been circulating her energy halfway when she suddenly opened her eyes.
Jiang Xiaohou sat across from her in a long robe, one leg crossed over the other, her expression grim.
"You are... that woman from back then."
Jiang Xiaohou coldly toyed with her long blade. "Heavenly Immortal Demoness Cen Xian'er, the female devil who slaughtered countless people back then, the youngest of the Three Demonesses. Heh. To think you've fallen this low now—poisoned by Lu Chengwen's Desire Woman Pill, mixed with the special residual true energy from the Dragon Pattern Nail. You have to scream like a ghost beneath Lu Chengwen's crotch to suppress the poison. Tsk, tsk, tsk... how pitiful..."
Cen Xian'er's breathing became somewhat unstable.
She had not expected such a formidable enemy to appear midway through circulating her energy.
"Could you be the Jiang Family's Little Monkey, who gives both the righteous and evil factions of the martial world such headaches?"
"Mm. As expected of a Demoness. You know a thing or two."
Jiang Xiaohou said, "Steady your breathing. I've never done something as low as ambushing someone while they're healing."
Hearing that, Cen Xian'er felt slightly more at ease.
Though she would not believe Jiang Xiaohou, there was no reason for her to lie at this moment.
Cen Xian'er said, "Are you really friends with my disciple?"
"Of course." Jiang Xiaohou smiled. "Very good friends."
"Then why wouldn't you help in the little grove? Why did you oppose me instead?"
Jiang Xiaohou said, "I only have one standard when I do things: whether they're fun. Your disciple is fun. Lu Chengwen is fun. Heh, and now I think even you're fun."
It looked as though flames might burst from Cen Xian'er's eyes.
"Little girl, it isn't very wise to speak to Cen Xian'er