Zhao Changsu had once been nicknamed the "Handsome-Bearded Immortal Boy." He had been a handsome man with fair, delicate skin, and many women from the heretical and demonic sects had practiced the Joyful Meditation Art with him.
Most had been witches from the Western Demon Cult, though quite a few had belonged to the Asura Sect as well.
Times had changed. Most of Zhao Changsu's former lovers had met with calamity, and those he could still see now could be counted on his fingers.
When Atahanpo heard who he was, she did find his methods somewhat familiar. She studied him closely. "Are you really Zhao Changsu? Yes, I heard you later married Jiupan Po and became Sand God Boy's disciple, learning the Sevenfold Secret Demon God Art. There certainly are traces of their lineage in your techniques."
At the mention of Jiupan Po, a ruthless gleam entered Zhao Changsu's eyes, though the smile on his face never faded.
They withdrew their spells. Zhao Changsu looked at Atahanpo. The graceful, alluring witch of the Asura Sect he had once known had actually become such a hideous old woman.
Atahanpo also sized up Zhao Changsu, thinking that the handsome, dashing Handsome-Bearded Immortal Boy of old had grown into this pale, fat, balding little old man, his face like a white flour pancake.
Both veteran demons of the Demon Cult sighed inwardly.
Atahanpo asked Zhao Changsu, "You haven't been seen for many years. Why have you suddenly appeared today, and why come here to see me?"
Zhao Changsu waved his palm-leaf fan and chuckled. "I spent several Jiazi cultivating in seclusion deep inside Mount Min. Now my divine art has reached perfection, and I've refined thirty-six Heavenly Gang Great Strength God-Demons. I also escaped a tremendous calamity several decades ago. There's no great