To the Nightmare Demon, those words were infuriating in the extreme.
Just then, another woman descended from the sky. Her expression was indifferent, as though nothing in the world could find a place in her heart.
She cast a cold glance at the Nightmare Demon, then another at Chu Qianqiu.
"Since it's done, take it back."
At this point, Su Jiu, Chu Luohen, and Su Shi also stepped forward and bowed to the two of them.
"Master, Martial Uncle." Chu Luohen was as aloof as ever.
Beside him, Chu Qianqiu looked distinctly unimpressed. "Why do you still wear that face that says everyone owes you spirit stones?"
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Su Jiu.
Su Jiu greeted them as well. "Grandmaster, Grandmartial Uncle."
Chu Qianqiu smiled broadly. "One look at you tells me that brat Chu Luohen taught you. Let me tell you, you mustn't take after him.
"Our peak may produce plenty of ice spiritual roots, but that doesn't mean our disciples should all act like blocks of ice."
Su Jiu was a little bewildered. For a moment, she could not make sense of her grandmaster's temperament.
Although powerful cultivators came with all manner of eccentric personalities, this was the first time Su Jiu had encountered such an approachable high-level cultivator.
Wasn't it said that the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the loftier their bearing?
With that thought, Su Jiu glanced at the female cultivator beside Chu Qianqiu. The woman wore white robes, with gray patterns embroidered along the cuffs and collar. She lent the whole ensemble a majestic air, floating like an immortal, while the serenity between her brows resembled the summit of a distant, unreachable mountain. This-this was what an eminent cultivator looked like in Su Jiu's understanding.
As for her grandmaster... one glance made