"Hm?" The woman suddenly noticed Dong Santong and Li Xiaoya flying up from below the mountain. Startled, she hastily stopped in midair. A white veil covered her face, and she wore flowing white palace robes. Judging by her appearance, she was clearly the female cultivator Li Xiaoya and Zhang Hong had encountered at the Zhang Family Market.
"Who are you? Why do you keep following us?" Dong Santong flew swiftly, stopping a dozen yards in front of her as he demanded in a low voice.
"Who am I? Is that any business of yours?" The female cultivator did not dodge away. Her voice was slightly husky, yet exceptionally pleasant and magnetic, making her sound like a woman of considerable age.
"Hmph! A woman like you keeps following us-could it be because we're so handsome and dashing? We aren't interested in old women!" Dong Santong faltered at her response, then spoke in a mocking tone.
"Hmph, I'm not interested in fat pigs." The female cultivator snorted, looking Dong Santong up and down before replying coldly.
"Hey! You ugly woman, you must be too ashamed to show yourself! That's why you cover your face!" Dong Santong's plump face flushed as he snapped back.
"You..." The female cultivator choked on her words, then abruptly adopted a magnanimous air. "Hmph! I won't stoop to arguing with a pig!"
"Stop arguing, you two!" Torn between annoyance and amusement at their quarrel, Li Xiaoya stepped in to smooth things over. After a pause, he addressed the female cultivator. "Fellow Daoist, I saw you at the Zhang Household, then again at the Lin Family, and now here. Are you investigating these massacres too? Are you from the Six Household or the Zhang Household?" He had carefully examined her cultivation while standing aside. Although her aura was extremely