"White-Haired Demon Child means White-Haired Demon Child!" the male disciple hurriedly said. Seeing my hand poised to grab the female immortal, he quickly explained in fright, "For the past few years, there's been a young man like you who often attacks our Divine Sword Immortal Sect's disciples from the shadows! He specifically picks on immortals who are alone, or comes looking for trouble when there are few people in the sect! What leaves the deepest impression about this young man is his white hair! And his extremely pale face! Our master often tells us to run if we see the White-Haired Demon Child! Even he has to avoid him when they cross paths!"
Li Zhi'er and I exchanged a glance. Neither of us knew there was such a person outside, though it wasn't impossible that this young man had grown up here as an Otherworldly Immortal.
"Is this White-Haired Demon Child very powerful? What cultivation level does your master have?" I asked at once.
"Our master is one of the thirty-six Sword Immortals of the Divine Sword Immortal Sect! I advise you to release us, senior sister and junior brother! Otherwise, once my master arrives, the two of you together still won't be enough!" the male immortal said coldly.
"Fine. Hurry up and call your master over. I'll wait right here." I waved my hand, then immediately brought out the Immortal-Binding Rope and tied the female immortal up like a zongzi. The ropes were a little too tight, outlining her exquisite figure. Li Zhi'er stared wide-eyed and immediately sent me a voice transmission, demanding, "I was wondering why you were so skilled at tying people up! You tied me up like that before too!"
"Ahem... Those old matters. Let's not bring them up, okay?" I gave an awkward laugh and