"To cultivators like us, the physical body is nothing more than a sack of stinking flesh."
"Madam Jiuchuan has cultivated charm arts all year round. Would she really care about that?"
The hunchbacked old man shrugged and quietly teased her.
"Humph! What would a dead hunchback like you know? If everyone looked like you, too ugly even to catch the eye, what would be the point of cultivation?"
"You two crossed tribulation to condense Nascent Souls—such a wonderful chance to reshape your physical bodies. Yet you actually chose such hideous shells. You're practically sick in the head!"
The Bewitching Female Cultivator rolled her eyes, muttering as dissatisfaction rippled through her almond eyes.
The two old men exchanged smiles and did not respond.
Yet inwardly, they cursed: If the two of them had not looked like this, that demoness would likely have devoured them until not even their skins remained.
A moment later, the other old man, his head full of white hair, narrowed his expression and said gravely, "Enough. That brat is coming."
"Capture him first. When the time comes... if Madam Jiuchuan has other ideas, you can do whatever you please."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man turned into a streak of light and shot out like an arrow loosed from the bow.
Killing intent flashed in the Hunchbacked Cultivator's eyes, and he flew out almost at the same time.
"Humph! Those two sly old foxes."
"Don't call this young lady Madam. I'm still just an innocent little girl who knows nothing of the world!"
The Bewitching Female Cultivator pouted coquettishly. Her seductive body swayed, making the ribbons and red dress on her body flutter as she transformed into a fragrant breeze and followed the two through the air.
Within the mountain forest.
Su