"Xia Yixiao? Does he have anything to do with Xia the Old Devil?" For some reason, a female immortal suddenly asked that question. My heart gave a thump. I hadn't expected my name to carry such weight. I was merely a female cultivator from an imperial-city Daoist temple, yet she actually knew about me. I had chosen my name far too carelessly, inventing a sect and even mixing it into my name. If I'd known, I would've used the surname Heaven or God instead, wouldn't I?
"Xia the Old Devil?" I pretended to freeze for a moment, putting on a blank look.
"Hehe, I forgot that you're from the Northern Border and wouldn't know the fearsome reputation Xia the Old Devil has built up in recent years." The female immortal smiled, and I asked in turn, "Could it be that he's a notorious murderous fiend?"
After hearing that, the several female immortals exchanged smiles. The one I had asked replied, "Of course. Since he's called the Old Devil, he must have rampaged through the Nine Heavens for a long time. Even female cultivators like us know a few things about him, let alone people elsewhere."
"Since he's Xia the Old Devil, he might be an old senior of advanced age. He definitely has nothing to do with me." I smiled as I explained.
"We never said he was you. But now that you mention it, I've heard that Xia the Old Devil isn't old at all—he's probably about your age. Still, his deeds have spread far and wide, and he's definitely no good egg. Our pavilion master said that if we ever meet him, we absolutely mustn't strike up a conversation. Although he doesn't slaughter innocents indiscriminately, he's not someone easy to get along with." Another female immortal laughed.
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