The little demon was quick on his feet and raced back to Jidu Shrine. But Grandmother Hunsha was already about to cast her spell. Growing anxious, Langdi Golden-Eyed Hou hurried onto the clouds, clashed his twin hammers together, and shouted, "Grandmother Hunsha, it's been thousands of years, and you're still just as ugly!"
Grandmother Hunsha lowered the staff she had been about to swing, looked toward the clouds, and sneered. "How come a golden-eyed mongrel like you didn't die in that water eye? Thousands of years have passed, and you still haven't cured that blurry vision of yours?"
Grandmother Hunsha's natural demon body had always had this aged appearance, which truly could not compare with the beauty of other female demons.
Thus, during the wars back then, the great yaomo of the Ji River had often mocked her looks.
Although Grandmother Hunsha was strong-willed, being mocked so often inevitably roused genuine anger in her.
Now, seeing Golden-Eyed Hou and hearing the exact same mockery as thousands of years ago, she lost her temper and traded several insults with him.
In the time they spent exchanging those insults, Ninth Lady had already arrived atop the clouds.
From afar, Grandmother Hunsha saw a beautiful young woman emerge above the Zhoutian Grand Formation. Already fuming from her argument with Golden-Eyed Hou, she grew even angrier at the sight of the girl's face.
Fine, mocking an old woman's ugly looks wasn't enough-you even had to bring out your chief sacrificer in the bloom of youth to show her face and taunt me.
She simply shut her mouth and swung her staff. A torrent of muddy water and sand surged from beneath her feet toward the clouds.
"It's been thousands of years since I last witnessed the Ji River's divine might. Today, I'd like another