"Hmph!" Bald Bird gave a babyish snort, then strutted toward the two female cultivators on his big feet, swaying his bare little body. He lifted his head with an air of old authority and said slowly, "You two human pets, from now on, obediently follow this old man. Hurry up and open your Divine Souls yourselves, so this old man can plant a thread of Divine Sense within them."
"Rather than become your maids, we'd rather die." The cute-faced female cultivator clearly disliked Bald Bird and snorted coldly.
The tall woman, however, had a flicker of light lingering in her eyes, as though she were pondering something.
Bald Bird secretly glanced behind him, then turned back, half-squinted at the two female sword cultivators, and lowered his voice. "Do you think you can die if you want to? This old man is pointing out a bright road for you. That brat is no ordinary villain. With his temperament, he would never let you die easily. His methods are so vicious that even an old immortal like me, who has seen much and possesses profound cultivation, can only admit my inferiority."
"You're an old immortal? You look more like an old charlatan to me. You're not even that old, yet you speak like an old rogue. Who did you learn that from?" the cute-faced female cultivator asked with a frown.
"This old man possesses the bearing of a great master—unconventional, unrestrained yet a little uninhibited, a graceful old immortal. Why would I need to learn from anyone else? Little girl, this old man advises you to surrender quickly. Otherwise, once this old man uses immortal arts, a single thought will turn you into the ugliest people beneath heaven and earth." Bald Bird tucked his wings behind his back and spoke in an