"Excuse me, have you seen someone like this? His hair is about this long..." Medusa kept gesturing with her hands. "He's about this tall..."
After gesturing to indicate Du Yu's height, she added, "His eyes are very clear, and he smells nice, too."
"I don't know!" the monk before Medusa snapped. "What do you think this place is?! You actually came here looking for someone?"
Medusa's expression dimmed. "Really... you haven't seen him either... then where did he go? I just saw him. How strange..."
"How dare you be so careless!" A vast surge of black energy gathered in the monk's hand, and he struck at Medusa.
Medusa waved a hand helplessly. A staggering bolt of heavenly thunder descended from the sky, reducing the monk before her to ashes.
"What a nuisance... I kill everyone I ask. I've already killed over a hundred people, and I still haven't found him..." Medusa looked around helplessly. "Has Du Yu already left?"
A pair of wings sprouted from Medusa's feet, and she flew slowly forward, only for someone to suddenly grab her wrist.
"Help, help me!"
She turned and found a Chinese immortal in battle armor looking at her, his face covered in blood. He appeared to be a heavenly general.
"Please save me!"
The heavenly general's face looked strange. Besides the blood, it was covered in beads of water. His hands were icy as he clung desperately to Medusa's wrist. He knew she was not a black monk, so she had to be on his side.
Medusa's face filled with contempt. She snorted, her eyes changing slightly, and the immortal before her instantly turned to stone and plummeted toward the ground.
Before long, a dull crash sounded below, as though he had shattered into pieces.
"How rude. You actually dared to touch