The Saintess did not move.
She merely spoke in a calm voice.
"You have some nerve!"
Guhongzi chuckled.
"Thank you for the compliment, Saintess."
A flicker of anger crossed the Saintess's cool eyes.
"If you dare touch so much as a hair on my head, I guarantee that, vast as this world is, you will find nowhere left to hide."
"Heh heh heh..."
Guhongzi let out a sinister laugh.
"Threatening me? Save your breath, little girl. I didn't grow this old by being scared out of my wits."
"As for laying hands on you?"
"I have no intention of that."
Guhongzi shook his head.
"You're my ticket to advancement!"
"Your ticket to advancement?"
A cold gleam flashed through the Saintess's eyes.
"You're from the Chu Kingdom?"
Guhongzi gave a derisive chuckle without answering.
Instead, he sealed the Saintess's cultivation.
Throughout the process.
Guhongzi never touched her once.
This Saintess was extraordinarily beautiful.
And the King of Chu had a taste for beauties.
The king might well take a fancy to her when the time came.
Touching the King of Chu's woman would be like an old god of longevity swallowing arsenic—asking for death.
Guhongzi flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand.
Countless silver strands became a streak of white light, instantly binding the Saintess tight.
Confined by the silver strands, the Saintess showed not a trace of panic on her exquisite face beneath the veil. Her gaze only grew more bone-chillingly cold.
"You'll regret this."
Guhongzi scoffed.
"Just watch and see whether I regret it."
With that, he wasted no more words on the Saintess and prepared to flee, dragging her along with his whisk.
However.
The disturbance had already alerted the Witch God Hall's experts.
"You brazen scoundrel! Release the Saintess at once!"
**"Trespassing in the Witch God Hall