"Master's Wife, this is the Deer Terrace you built for Master? Tsk, tsk, it doesn't look all that tall!" Standing atop the high terrace, with the entire Ten Thousand Demon Nation spread out before him, Ouyang looked around in fascination and smacked his lips as he spoke.
"If you don't know how to talk, brat, I'll cut your tongue out for you!" The wine cup in Chang Suzhen's hand trembled, and she shot Ouyang a vicious glare.
Ouyang shrank back, raised his cup, and drank by himself, gazing at the distant scenery and leisurely humming a tune.
"Are you planning to take her back to the Azure Cloud Sect?" Chang Suzhen asked, looking at Ouyang reclining there, seemingly heedless of all propriety.
"Where else could we go if not back to the sect? Tutu is so young. I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her out there!" Ouyang said as though it were only natural.
"Leave her here with me!"
Ouyang paused, then turned to look at the expressionless Chang Suzhen and said with an awkward smile, "Master's Wife, could you show your boundless mercy and let her go like a fart?"
"What? You don't trust me? You think I can't teach her as well as those human cultivators up in the Azure Cloud Sect?" Chang Suzhen glanced at Ouyang and challenged him.
Ouyang gathered his words before speaking cautiously. "Not at all. It's just that you have ten thousand affairs to attend to every day, and I'm afraid you won't have much time to teach her! Besides, Tutu has the Penglai Immortal Mountain Sect Master guiding her in the musical Dao-"
"Leave her here! Could that hussy from Penglai Immortal Mountain possibly teach her better than I could? No one in all Heaven and Earth understands Demon Race cultivation better than