The voice was furious, yet unmistakably coquettish. It was exactly the same as Si Hong Qingyan's. Every cultivator present who had ever seen Si Hong Qingyan recognized it at once.
Under the many watchful eyes, Su Lijing remained composed and said calmly, "This is a voice-altering magical treasure recently crafted by the Sacred Sect's Artifact Peak. It can imitate anyone's voice."
"Even Dao Integration Cultivators can't tell whether it's real or fake."
"Our sect's artifact smiths have already begun mass-producing it. For now, the price is thirty thousand high-grade Spirit Stones apiece."
"Anyone may buy one."
Before he had finished speaking, Pei Ling's voice suddenly rang out from behind the screen: "I told you before: when I took you as my cultivation furnace, you were nothing but my furnace!"
"Whether you're Su Lijing's wife or the Sacred Sect Master, if I want you, you have to serve me obediently!"
"Now split off two incarnations and serve me together!"
At the utterly outrageous words from behind the screen, and the shadows still entwining and colliding behind the gauze, the cultivators of both the righteous and demonic paths fell silent in an instant.
Only Su Lijing stood alone, hands clasped behind his back, his golden crown gleaming. Beneath the bright sun, his expression was as calm as still water, neither sorrowful nor joyful. His voice steady and unhurried, he explained, "That is the effect of the newly released voice-altering magical treasure. Men and women, young and old alike, can use it to disguise their voices."
At that moment, the figures behind the screen shifted again, like dreams and dew, flowers glimpsed through mist, or the moon scooped from water. Si Hong Qingyan's voice rang out once more: "M-Master... I... I understand..."
"Please be gentle with me, Master..."
"I... no... I won't dare