Taishi Zhanran knew that Ouyang Jingran had no scheming mind and had always been careless and rough. Not only had she stood atop the blood-red clouds of this star formation without noticing anything strange about it, she was even less likely to know the Hall Master's secret intention of killing Nascent Soul cultivators. Naturally, he did not dare say too much and could only smile bitterly. "Yes, Fairy, didn't you see? You lost a Zhai Xingzi, and the Hall Master flew into a rage. If I let this Buddhist sect expert escape, wouldn't the Hall Master take my head?"
"Take it, then! It'll make a fine chamber pot!" Ouyang Jingran covered her mouth and laughed. Clearly, being called Fairy had pleased her greatly, though her coquettish posturing was truly hard to stomach. In particular, the words from this so-called Fairy's mouth made Taishi Zhanran's face turn the color of eggplant.
"Fairy, the Hall Master may not truly take my head, but... my days ahead will certainly be hard. We Twenty-Eight Star Lords of the Star Lord Palace... are all birds of a feather, sharing the same illness. Fairy, you wouldn't watch my later years become bleak and miserable, would you?" Taishi Zhanran threw caution to the winds. He did not even care about the face he had maintained for over a thousand years as he spoke with a fawning smile.
The phrase "sharing the same illness" struck a chord in Ouyang Jingran's heart. Her smile faded, and a trace of bitterness flashed through her formerly teasing gaze before she nodded. "Since that is so, speak. How do you want me to cooperate?"
"That old monk has been swaggering about within the star formation for nearly a year. Without extraordinary cultivation, how would he dare act so? I have never dared