"Old fellow, I heard your old friend's daughter and the woman you admire have both adored the Demon Venerable for ages. The Demon Venerable is so impressive, while yours is supposedly only an inch long. Aren't you jealous?"
The Ghost Lantern Sect Master slowly raised his head. His face was covered in wrinkles, his sunken eyes glowing faintly green, as he spoke slowly.
"Why would I be jealous? Women are what I detest most. They only slow down my cultivation."
"Besides, Abbess Gong, mine isn't an inch long. I cut it off completely."
"Even if I want one again someday, I can forge another using artifact-refining techniques. Flesh is weak; through machinery, we ascend."
His voice was hoarse, his face full of pride.
That proud tone left even Gong Yajun silent, and she could not be bothered to question the Corpse Controlling Sect Master.
After all...
He was notoriously timid.
The Corpse Controlling Sect controlled corpses in battle, with all their Secret Methods residing within those corpses.
Thus, they often placed particular importance on the corpses inside their stone coffins, even regarding them as their very lives.
After all...
To strengthen their connection with the corpses, those corpses were often their relatives.
Their fathers, mothers, wives, and children, for instance...
The Corpse Controlling Sect Master was no exception.
However, once, when danger was about to descend, this sect master had actually dragged the corpse out of his stone coffin, climbed inside himself, and then... controlled the stone coffin to flee.
It was truly appalling.
Most importantly, this had happened more than once. That stone coffin was no longer the corpse's home, but his turtle shell.
"..."
All was still, without so much as a crow's cry. All three remained silent.
A long while later...
The Ghost Lantern Sect Master raised