A mingling of helplessness and wariness immediately welled up in Cui Jiuyang.
He truly wanted nothing to do with this eccentric, forgetful old man, but right now, he was inside this cave that served as a prison for snake demons.
If he let the old man keep shouting without a care and alerted the cultivators outside, his entire undertaking would be ruined.
The old man really did seem to have a poor memory.
Since he had seen through Cui Jiuyang's Transformation Technique and they had met before, he ought to have remembered something about him. Yet his tone was full of curiosity and inquiry, as though this were their first meeting.
More importantly, how could an ancient demon with over fifteen hundred years of cultivation have a memory like this?
During their brief encounter last time, Cui Jiuyang had already found the old man deeply strange.
While thoughts raced through his mind as he considered what to do, the old man kept calling to him tirelessly. His voice echoed through the spacious cave with particular clarity.
Left with no choice, Cui Jiuyang reluctantly twisted his somewhat stiff snake body and struggled to extend his head and neck through the narrow mouth of the Gooseneck Bottle, looking toward the voice.
Only after poking his head out did he see that the old snake demon's entire upper body protruded from the bottle, while everything below his waist remained stuck inside, unable to move, just as he had been during their last meeting.
Seeing that Cui Jiuyang had finally agreed to show his head and acknowledge him, the old man's face immediately creased into a smile. "Ah, you're finally awake!
"Young man, that transformation technique of yours really is quite good.
"Only... why did you take on the appearance of a young girl?