Thinking of the fate that awaited Ye Hongyu and the other, the old man began to drool.
"Where should I make the cut? If I cut here, it won't taste good. But if I cut there, it won't look very nice. I'll do it here, then. It'll look good, and I won't have to worry about it going bad."
The old man circled Ye Hongyu, waving his knife over her body as though considering where to begin. Once he had decided, he raised the knife and slashed at her neck.
A cruel smile and merciless eyes. Yet the moment his blade struck Ye Hongyu, his expression turned to terror.
It was as though a barrier had appeared before Ye Hongyu. No matter how the old man hacked, he could not touch her body.
"How can this be?"
Unable to believe what he was seeing, the old man asked almost madly.
"Why can't it be? I'm a cultivator. If I let people like you plot against me, wouldn't I be utterly disgraced?"
Ye Hongyu spoke expressionlessly, a hint of mockery in her voice.
"You were clearly poisoned. How can you still move?"
When Ye Hongyu stood up, the old man's face became even more terrified, as though something impossible was happening before his eyes.
"I neutralized that little bit of poison the moment I noticed it. I told you already, you're frogs at the bottom of a well. Having lived here all your lives, how could you understand the strength of cultivators?"
Ye Hongyu looked at the old man, who was gradually losing his mind, and spoke helplessly. She even suspected that the man before her had never encountered a cultivator before.
"How is that possible? I've killed cultivators here before. They were so weak. One slash, and they were dead."