Shen Luo had never seen Granny Ma look this upset, and it made his eyebrows furrow slightly.
"Granny Ma, do you know this demon?" Ying Luo noted Granny Ma's current expression and felt a strange sense of panic in her heart. She asked.
"Of course I know, how could I forget the great battle that destroyed my cultivation? This is the hair of the Beauty Snake!" Granny Ma, having recovered her composure, said coldly.
"Beauty Snake?" It seemed Ying Luo made a connection, her face change in response.
A few of the older people in the crowd also showed alarm, but most of them were still clueless.
"Fellow cultivators, what is this 'Beauty Snake' you are referring to?" Shen Luo asked.
