The Arrogant Celestial?

The silver-haired woman and red-haired man were clearly not Easterners; one glance was enough to tell they were Western. Their builds and facial features also leaned Western—the silver-haired woman had crimson eyes, while the red-haired man had blue eyes. Both were exceptionally handsome and beautiful, especially the woman in silver armor. She carried herself with heroic grace, and paired with her delicate features, she could be called a nearly perfect woman. Then again, once one became an immortal, a mortal body transformed into a spirit body. In the Immortal Realm, there were truly few ugly people. Just look at the fairies and Daoists—either beautiful as flowers or elegant and striking.

Coming back to his senses, Li still wondered why two humans had appeared in these desolate mountains, but he could not neglect basic courtesy. Etiquette was extremely important in the cultivation world. After all, immortals lived long lives; once the limits of lifespan were gone, one's pride became the most important thing. Cultivators generally cared greatly about their dignity. Otherwise, at best, it could spark a conflict; at worst, it could lead to a fight to the death. He had just been about to speak when the man named Molun beat him to it.

"This man is incredibly rude. We saved his life, yet he has not even said thank you. Does he think so little of us?" The red-haired man glared at Li angrily. Two four-bladed throwing stars appeared in his hands, spinning at high speed with white light flowing over them. One glance was enough to tell they were acquired spirit treasures.

Seeing Molun's actions, Li immediately narrowed his eyes, a trace of killing intent appearing on his face. What a joke. He wanted to kill someone over such a trivial matter? It was utterly absurd. Li could