Perhaps he felt that his words had come a little too abruptly.
The burly man quickly craned his head forward, desperately trying to pull the corners of his mouth into a friendly smile.
"Please forgive me, fairy! I am Xuan Yuanming, and my father is a great general of the Southern Immortal Palace! I offended you just now, but I truly had no choice."
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless, her spearhead not retreating an inch.
Seeing this, Xuan Yuanming hurried on. "You may not know this, fairy, but I swore a solemn oath as a child that I would only ever follow a true, peerless prodigy. Unfortunately, those so-called monstrous talents in the Cloud-Dream Realm are all empty sacks with price tags stuck on their heads, offering themselves up for slaughter. None are worthy of my regard."
"Only after witnessing your divine might today did I understand what a true prodigy looks like! Your bearing is simply that of a heavenly being!"
"I have searched for a worthy lord for years, and today my wish has finally come true. If you will have me, fairy, I, Xuan Yuanming, am willing to serve before your saddle and behind your horse, hold your reins and tend your stirrups. Even ten thousand deaths would not make me refuse!"
"..."
Jiang Yuechu looked at him, somewhat speechless.
She truly had no idea what was going through this demon's head.
Did he really think a few flattering words would make her spare his life?
Besides, she had already poured a million years of Dao Cultivation into this. If she stopped now, wouldn't she lose even the pants off her backside?
At that thought.
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow expressionlessly. "Whatever you have to say, say it to my Dao Cultivation."
Her spearhead pressed downward.
The smile