"This is your master?" Li Zhōujūn asked Yao Shu when he saw the woman lying on the bed.
"Yes, Saint Son." Yao Shu looked at the woman on the bed, her eyes filled with heartache.
When she had ascended to Chaos Heaven, she had not joined any of the major factions. Instead, she had wandered alone. When she encountered danger, it was her master who had stepped in to save her and given her the Chaos Qi that allowed her to become a Saint.
Li Zhōujūn nodded and walked to the bedside of Yao Shu's master.
Even Li Zhōujūn, who had seen countless beauties, had to admit that this woman was breathtaking enough to topple kingdoms and cities.
Then Li Zhōujūn placed his palm directly against Yao Shu's master's forehead.
In the next moment, an extremely frigid power burst from Yao Shu's master's body and streamed endlessly into Li Zhōujūn.
Just then.
A figure suddenly flew out of Yao Shu's master's body, transforming into an old man with graying hair dressed in a white robe.
The old man fixed his gaze on Li Zhōujūn and narrowed his eyes. "Daoist friend, please do not meddle in other people's affairs. I am Cold Poison Saint. This woman's disciple seriously injured my disciple, so I will certainly make this master and disciple suffer tortures before dying. If you refuse to heed my warning, then you will become my enemy."
Cold Poison Saint had seen that Li Zhōujūn could dispel the cold poison he had left in Yao Shu's master's body. Clearly, he had taken Li Zhōujūn for an Eighth-Rank Saint of the same cultivation realm as himself.
"It was your disciple who tried to seize my treasure first! Why couldn't I injure him?!" Yao Shu glared angrily at the old man.
"Heh heh.