The woman was stunned.
The contrast between the person before her and how he had been earlier was simply too great, leaving her unable to process it for a moment.
But she also guessed that it was most likely related to the Gai Family.
She did not waste words on pleasantries. With a flick of her wrist, a sharp sword appeared in her hand.
Relying on the Heaven-Burning Pill to forcibly restore her spiritual power, the woman now exuded a violent aura.
She stepped forward several paces, stopping before the fat and thin men, and looked down at the two lying on the ground.
"Senior Brothers, it is time to settle our debts."
The two men seemed to know they could not escape disaster. Their faces were ashen.
Yet the fat cultivator still clung to a shred of hope and spoke.
"Junior Sister, please, for the sake of the hundreds of years we spent as fellow disciples, spare our lives."
"Back then, Junior Sister, when you lacked the spiritual herbs to refine the Nascent Soul Pill, I risked my life to venture deep into that deadly place. After narrowly escaping death time and again, I finally found them for you."
A trace of reminiscence flashed through the woman's eyes upon hearing this.
But the next instant, her gaze became even colder.
"Yes! Back then, we supported one another and faced hardship together." The woman's voice suddenly rose. "But when you killed Master, did you spare even a thought for our bond? And when you hunted me down, did the words 'Senior Brother and Junior Sister' ever cross your minds?"
By this point, the woman was particularly agitated. She thrust her sword forward, its tip pressing against the fat cultivator's crown.
His flesh split open, and blood trickled out.
"And now