The white-haired old man, the First Elder of the Shengjing Immortal Sect, was named Yue Yunfeng. Stroking his beard, he said arrogantly, "Wang Wu, have you lost your mind? How dare a mere Qi Refining brat challenge this old man, a Deity Transformation cultivator? Are you saying there's no one left in the Shengjing Immortal Sect?"
Wang Wu gave a mocking laugh, sweeping Yue Yunfeng with a contemptuous gaze as she reached up and scratched her ear, as if she had just heard some ridiculous joke. "Old Yue, did cultivating turn your brain to mush? I said they would fight at the same realm. You're a Deity Transformation cultivator bullying my Qi Refining disciple—don't you feel embarrassed? Aren't you afraid the wind will be so strong it'll make you bite your tongue?"
Yue Yunfeng's expression darkened. He had long heard that Wang Wu had a sharp tongue and spoke viciously. Seeing her today, he found the rumors entirely accurate. "Hmph. Since that's the case, I'll suppress my cultivation to the Qi Refining Stage and fight your disciple. But if your disciple loses, what will you do?"
Wang Wu's eyes shifted, and she gave a sly smile. "If my precious disciple loses, I'll... I'll let you kiss me!" As she spoke, she even threw him a flirtatious glance, making Wang Lu and Xuan Mo shudder with revulsion.
The corner of Xuan Mo's mouth twitched as he ranted inwardly, Master, could you have some shame? What kind of wager is this? I'm under so much pressure!
Yue Yunfeng froze at first, then burst into loud laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Wang Wu, Wang Wu, you're still as... uninhibited as ever! Very well, I accept your wager!" He wanted to see what trick Wang Wu was