At Wu Wenxuan's angry rebuke, the gray demon bird spread her wings and flew toward Mo Chen, her body twisting as she flew.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Wenxi had returned to human form and landed steadily before the two of them.
"This is my husband, Wu Wenxi."
Wu Wenxuan spoke with the natural authority of the one who ran the household.
Mo Chen grumbled inwardly.
Being obsessed with her younger sister was one thing, but her sister was henpecked, too.
Once Wu Wenxi had steadied herself, she hastily tossed the cultivator's corpse she was dragging aside, then bowed to Mo Chen.
Wu Wenxi gave a rueful smile. "I am Wu Wenxi. Thank you, benefactor, for granting me a new lease on life. While trapped by the Disc Restrictive Ward and my demonized body, my mind was muddled. I must have committed any number of discourtesies and offenses. Please forgive me."
Mo Chen returned her bow. "You're being far too kind, fellow cultivator. Calling me your benefactor is rather embarrassing. Let us simply address one another as fellow cultivators. Had you and your wife not come to my aid in time, even if I'd survived today, I would have lost a layer of skin. I, too, will remember the debt I owe you for saving my life."
With that, Mo Chen studied Wu Wenxi again.
She wore a tattered white robe, but stood tall and straight. Her eyes were gentle and modest, and she possessed a refined, scholarly bearing.
These two really were something else.
The wife was full of contrasts, and so was the husband.
Had he not seen it himself, he would have struggled to imagine that she had just been a terrifying gray demon roc.
Strangely enough, after their demonization, neither Wu Wenxuan nor Wu