The divine butterfly woman was somewhat displeased. The evil spirit they had wounded and pursued had actually been snatched away by someone else.
It was like finally completing the wedding rites, only for someone else to enter the bridal chamber.
She could tell Ling Xiao and Uncle Boya's cultivation levels. Like her, they were both at the Second Transformation.
One was extraordinarily handsome, yet brimming with sinister energy, like a demonic cultivator. The other was thin and shriveled, with shifty eyes and a rat-like face, exuding slyness from head to toe.
"These two don't look like good people at all."
In an instant, the woman made her judgment, and her favorability toward Ling Xiao and Uncle Boya plummeted to freezing point.
"That's right, we killed it. So what?" Ling Xiao said blandly, casting a sidelong glance over the men and women.
Who knew what imperial nobles had come here to train again.
Judging by their clothes and bearing, as well as that innate air of superiority, they had much in common with Zhan Tianyan.
"Hmph! Do you know that this was an evil spirit we'd been pursuing for a long time? How dare you kill it?"
After hearing Ling Xiao's words, one of the men beside the divine butterfly woman shouted indignantly.
He wore a gorgeous robe interwoven with gold and silver, crafted from exceptionally rare materials. He was also strikingly handsome—almost enough to rival Ling Xiao, the most beautiful man in the Primordial World.
Perhaps it was that dazzling face of his that stirred Uncle Boya's jealousy. The little rat immediately flew into a rage.
"Hehe... Just because you were chasing it means it belongs to you? Was your name written on it? Or is the Mythic Battlefield your family's backyard?"
With a cold sneer, he struck his signature