"Emmm..."
Seeing the silly little thing not far away, Fang Mo instinctively froze for a moment.
She did indeed look tiny, but her aura was completely different from Little Qing Yi, Little Wolf-chan, and even Mint. She had the air of a foolish child.
She already looked grimy and disheveled, her Taoist robe filthy, snot running from her nose. A gourd with a hole in it hung from her waist, and she clutched a small tangerine in her hand. Sitting on the ground with her head tilted up as if sunbathing, she swayed sleepily with her eyes half-closed.
Fang Mo stared at her for quite a while.
The Manyullyn Cleaver in his hand rose and fell. In the end, he could not bring himself to strike. "Sigh..."
"What's wrong?"
Seeing this, Mint immediately asked in an indifferent tone, "Didn't you say you were going to chop up this Demonic Cultivator?"
"I..."
"You also said you wanted to check whether she had hidden any poison pills in her butt."
Before Fang Mo could defend himself, Mint continued questioning him. "Why aren't you doing it? Gone soft? And you still claim you aren't some perverted ancient powerhouse?"
"Are you kidding? The Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect and the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect are mortal enemies. The previous sect master, Chen Shan, died at their hands."
Fang Mo replied almost without thinking, "These Demonic Cultivators are utterly evil. The last outer sect Demonic Cultivator who dared offend my sect came up and provoked us. I put him through eight hundred kinds of torture, added some evil soul-searching arts, and finally chopped him bit by bit into a huge pile of minced meat..."
"Forget that."
Mint coolly interrupted him. "Just tell me how you intend to deal with this one."
"Uh..."
Fang