"Who is this person?" Song Shuhang asked.
Is she the wife of Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue? Or perhaps his disciple?
No, it still doesn't add up! Whether she is the wife or the disciple, she shouldn't really kick Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue's clone—Fourth Cultivator of True Virtue—like that, right?
After all, it was quite the rude behavior no matter if she was the wife or the disciple.
"She is a despicable person." Fourth Cultivator of True Virtue crawled up from the floor and licked its claws. Although it had a depressed look on its face, it didn't seem angry. From the looks of it, it was already used to this treatment.
"..." Song Shuhang.
Right at this time, the golden-haired woman arrived at the entrance of the immortal cave.
