The woman in white, her back to Old Ancestor Honggan, did not answer him. She did not even turn around, and that made Old Ancestor Honggan even more furious.
Unfortunately, no matter how he threatened her, the woman in white remained utterly unmoved. Instead, the White Python coiled around him only tightened more and more. The pressure on his flesh was one thing; what was fatal was that he could feel his magic power dissolving.
Just what was this python's background, to be so formidable!
Though Old Ancestor Honggan was furious, he did not panic, because he had plenty to rely on.
Provoking him was absolutely courting death!
He had someone backing him!
Seeing that the woman in white refused to respond, Old Ancestor Honggan began to sneer. He was already looking forward to the despair on her face when she faced Gu An.
Relying on her own tyrannical cultivation and thinking she could do whatever she wanted—he had seen plenty of people like that. He himself was one.
The more arrogant she was, the more crushed she would be before Gu An.
For a time, the mountain cave sank into silence.
After Old Ancestor Honggan settled down, he discovered that the White Python on him no longer exerted pressure, and he secretly let out a breath of relief.
Although he had Gu An backing him, he still did not want to have his cultivation drained away for no reason. A saint's magic power also needed to be accumulated; it was merely that to all living beings, a saint's magic power was vast and boundless.
After about the time it took an incense stick to burn, Old Ancestor Honggan heard footsteps coming from the tunnel behind him. He immediately rejoiced and looked at the woman in white with a cold