Elder Winter slowly opened his murky eyes, and a trace of disdain appeared in them as he looked at the two female cultivators beside him.
"S-Sorry, sir. Our talents are lacking. Please forgive us."
The girl in front forced out a smile, while the girl standing behind her, whose complexion was even worse, was trembling all over.
"Hehe, you're nothing more than puppets whose talents have been drained dry by the war emperor. You should know why this old man keeps you by his side to serve him, shouldn't you?"
Elder Winter's gaze fell upon their sensitive areas, the greed in his eyes impossible to conceal.
At his words, the girls' eyes filled with unwillingness, but they had no power to resist.
"My lord, I'll serve you tonight. My younger sister's body is weak..."
That was right.
They were sisters.
When they had learned that the Western Heaven War Emperor had named them Saintesses, they had both felt incomparably fortunate, imagining that they would rise to the heavens in a single step.
But reality had slapped them hard across the face.
At first, they had merely been cultivators who had broken through the Three Tribulations of the Sovereign. After being favored by the Western Heaven War Emperor, their cultivation had directly broken through to the Supreme Realm.
Yet what followed was completely beyond their expectations. Each time they were favored again, they could feel their bodies growing weaker by the day.
It was only after the Western Heaven War Emperor had discarded them in the harem like garbage, where they saw other female cultivators who had suffered the same fate, that they understood they were merely consumables for his cultivation of the Great Emperor Inner Scripture.
The talents they had once been so proud of had been completely drained away.