"F*ck, boy, come quickly and help!"
"D*mn you woman, you'd better stop now. I, the old man, have been moral and virtuous for many years. I absolutely will not let you have your way with me."
Buttface and Duan Jiude continued to shout, one after another.
Xu Que looked around, but he didn't really worry that Buttface and Duan Jiude were in any real danger.
It was clearly an illusion that was forcibly squeezing cultivators dry.
But Xu Que was very curious. "Why had Buttface and Duan Jiude both fallen into the trap, but he himself was still safe?"
"Unless…I, the Act-Tough Saint, am so pure of heart that these illusions don't work on me?"
Xu Que stroked his chin and fell deep in thought.
"Sure enough, it was a good thing to be a pure person."
