At the old man's sudden, furious roar, Immortal Fairy Qu Wen immediately shouted back, "How dare you, junior! How dare you slander this old man with filthy words!"
"Hahaha... This little beauty knows Fellow Daoist Wu so well. Naturally, I must get to know her properly. Once I capture you, I'll certainly make you beg for mercy."
The middle-aged man surnamed Wu was not angered but delighted instead. A strange laugh rang out as his eyes, filled with lecherous intent, roved over Immortal Fairy Qu Wen's body, as if he meant to strip away the female cultivator's clothes with his gaze alone.
The female cultivator's words reached his ears, and Saintly Venerable Qinglin's expression abruptly changed. Doubt and contemplation suddenly surfaced in his eyes.
Yet within the span of a breath, astonishment filled his face, and he cried out, "Could you be Immortal Fairy Qu Wen?"
Saintly Venerable Qinglin had once paid a visit to Immortal Fairy Qu Wen and had even asked her to refine a batch of pills. However, during that meeting, he had only seen her hazy, graceful silhouette through the gauze window of a pavilion. Though they had spoken, their exchange had consisted of only a few brief words.
Still, with a cultivator's memory, even a single spoken sentence could leave an impression.
Immortal Fairy Qu Wen had not spoken at all earlier, so Saintly Venerable Qinglin had paid no attention to her. In his mind, everyone accompanying Qin Fengming should have been in the early or middle Profound Tier. Even if one of them were in the late Profound Tier, they likely would not have traveled with Qin Fengming.
But now, upon hearing the female cultivator's flowing voice, Saintly Venerable Qinglin suddenly realized who she was.
"Immortal Fairy Qu Wen? You're Immortal Fairy Qu Wen