Bliss Palace

Lu Huan tilted her head up at the two figures chasing and fleeing through the sky, tugged at Shen Hui's sleeve, and asked in a low voice:

"What does dual cultivation mean?"

Shen Hui's expression did not change. He merely said, "Children shouldn't ask."

Before his words had even faded, Xu Ye spotted the two figures, one large and one small, by the roadside.

He had been chased into a corner by the woman. The moment he saw the white-haired Daoist below, his eyes lit up, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Shen Hui? Fellow Daoist Shen! Save my life! I, Xu Ye, will surely reward you handsomely!"

As he shouted, he forcibly changed direction in midair and descended toward Shen Hui.

Seeing him suddenly turn around, the woman raised her brows and said in a sweet voice:

"So you have help?"

Without even waiting for him to land, the red sash beneath her feet spun. A crimson stream shot after him, coiling straight toward Xu Ye's waist.

Xu Ye scrambled with both hands and feet, barely dodging twice, but in the end he failed to evade it. The red sash wrapped around his waist, leaving him hanging upside down in midair, swaying back and forth.

The woman reeled in the sash and slowly dragged Xu Ye back before her. Only then did she lower her head to look at Shen Hui.

She sized Shen Hui up from head to toe, then suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"Your features are quite proper. What a pity you have grown old before your time. Otherwise, you would not have made a bad cultivation furnace."

Shen Hui's expression remained unchanged as he spoke coolly.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, what is going on here?"

Strangled by the red sash until his