Just as Lu Yang was pondering what kind of strange encounters he might stumble on during the Body Integration stage, a cold, cutting voice reached his ears.
“Heh, when did the Immortal Palace sink so low that men are allowed to roam in at will?”
“Ah—” Xue Shilou writhed on the ground in pain, her cries ringing through the Hall of Sinners.
“Back when the Immortal Palace flourished under my leadership, how glorious it was—”
“Ah—” Xue Shilou slammed her head on the floor to distract herself from the pain.
“And now, under that wench Luo Hongxia’s direction, it’s come to this—”
“Ah—” Xue Shilou scratched herself, her body burning red all over.
“Stop yelling!” the cold voice snapped, furious.
Xue Shilou’s screaming had ruined the whole atmosphere.
If they weren’t inside the Hall of Sinners, Xue Shilou wouldn’t have dared to keep crying out with that tone.