"Speak, you dead bastard. What, cat got your tongue?"
Sword Venerable Su Ran hugged one of Xiang Yuan's arms, glanced airily downward, and said in a coy, saccharine voice, "That's your old hag, isn't it? Just like you said—crooked eyes, crooked mouth, a face full of misery... Oh, look, even her eyebrows are standing on end!"
"Sword Venerable, you're a woman of standing too. Can't you show a little restraint?"
Xiang Yuan decisively distanced himself, pulling back his arm and moving away.
With her arms suddenly empty, Sword Venerable Su Ran gave two dissatisfied humphs and spun a lie without batting an eye. "You didn't say that when you were making love with me. When you kept me company beneath the moon and deceived me into giving you my body, you called me Su. But now, in front of your old hag, you're calling me Sword Venerable again."
Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes. "Sword Venerable, you're as still as a maiden, and when you move... you're still a maiden. Don't tell such nonsense. No one will believe it."
Whether it was true or false did not matter. What mattered was pissing her off to death!
Ever since cultivating together with Xiang Yuan, Sword Venerable Su Ran had known that the stain of stealing her disciple's man could never be washed clean. Once the thought of simply giving up crossed her mind, the world immediately seemed broad and open. She lay flat where she was, letting her disciple say whatever she wanted about Xiang Yuan without interfering in the slightest.
She could not take the infamy for nothing. She patched it together, embellished it with oil and vinegar, and used it to disgust Bai Wuyan.
"Old hag, your family's elixir of immortality really works!"
Sword Venerable Su Ran raised a hand