"This Sacred Body is spotless and immaculate. I even regularly use spells to remove odors and cleanse dust. What smell could I possibly have?" Qin He said indignantly. This was slander.
"Brat, odor-removal and dust-cleansing are for mortals and ordinary cultivators. To this Ancestor, as long as you have not transcended the need for food, you have a smell. You simply cannot smell it yourself." Even Moth Ancestor's form of address had changed—from young hero to brat.
"Fine, fine, I'll wash." Qin He agreed reluctantly.
As he spoke, he carefully sniffed himself, even smelling his armpits, yet he could not detect the slightest strange odor.
The Sacred Body was in harmony with the Dao, spotless and immaculate—a worldly immortal physique. Where could any smell come from?
Who knew whether this Moth Ancestor was telling the truth or not.
It was itself that had rotted into a thousand holes, yet it turned around and complained that others smelled. It truly had no self-awareness whatsoever.
"Your three rules are finished. Now it's my turn," Qin He said.
"Ahh~ I'm so sleepy."
Yet before Qin He could even speak, Moth Ancestor actually yawned. "I'm a little tired after waking up and watching all this. This Ancestor is going back to sleep. We'll talk about your three rules later."
"Holy shit, do you have no shame?" Qin He instantly blew up. This was fucking reneging.
At the very least, it intended to renege!
"The second rule of our three-rule agreement—didn't I just say it? This Ancestor needs to sleep for a while. You cannot disturb this Ancestor if nothing is wrong. A promise is a promise." Sure enough, Moth Ancestor began to renege.
As its voice fell, Moth Ancestor's aura rapidly receded, soon vanishing without a trace.
It actually... really had gone to sleep.