Gu Wen lit the candles, the dim light illuminating the room.
A young girl in a fitted outfit wore a coarse cloth cloak, a round-tipped dagger hanging from her waist, making her look like a wandering hero from the martial world.
An unpleasant smell of sweat lingered around her, prompting him to step back a little.
The girl became quite agitated, exposing her teeth as she remarked, “You dare to criticize me? Back when I became an immortal, you didn't seem to mind my saliva.”
"If it were outside, I could make my body smell better than roasted pig's trotter."
"Right now, it feels like you just crawled out of a pigsty."
Chi Yuzi, smiling with bitterness, said, “Do you believe I can hit you?”
Gu Wen replied calmly, “You can’t defeat me. You’re just a mere Heavenly Lord; you’d still have to kneel if you met a Saint.”
Fleeting memories surfaced in his mind.
They were not unfamiliar this time, though rare.
He recognized the girl before him; her name was Chi Yuzi, and her name was Yun Li, indicating that she held great importance to him.
However, their way of interacting was evidently less than harmonious, leading him to speak without thinking.
What were Heavenly Lords, and what were Saints?
Upon hearing this, Chi Yuzi didn’t get angry.