Shen Bing frowned at the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage. The bastard looked utterly shameless, as though nothing could faze him. He was practically begging for a beating.
It was already midnight. Under Shen Bing's usual routine, he would have been sound asleep in bed by now.
But with this quest still pending, he couldn't simply leave it alone, could he? The moment he logged off, this bastard would definitely bolt. Where would he find him then?
He still needed to find a way to make him come along willingly.
Just as Shen Bing hesitated, a figure suddenly appeared. It was actually a person!
A beautiful woman in a long, traditional dress stood there. Her long, snow-white hair didn't look strange at all; instead, it lent her an alluring, exotic air.
Standing before the enormous lion that was the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage, however, she made the scene look exactly like Beauty and the Beast.
"Brother Primordial Sage, who is this Immortal Friend?" the White-Haired Beauty asked, looking adorably clueless.
Hearing that made Shen Bing's skin crawl. After all, his mental image of the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage was a wrinkled old geezer.
The Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage, meanwhile, felt miserable. Which eye of yours saw an Immortal Friend? He's clearly an enemy!
Still, he knew Shen Bing's Divine Ability for unleashing Nine Heavens Divine Thunder wasn't aimed directly at the White-Haired Beauty. She couldn't feel its pressure, so it was only natural that she would treat him as a friend.
But a moment later, the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage suddenly felt the pressure on him ease. As a powerful Immortal Beast, his first instinct was to rush forward and subdue his opponent.
In the end, he didn't move, because he had already noticed the adorably clueless beauty beside him trembling—with fear.
His mind went blank.