"..."
"Daoist Youlan, why are you still running? Now that the Water Dragon Sect is gone, without a sect, you are merely a Loose Cultivator. Why not join our Medicine King Valley and pursue the Dao with me?"
A long-faced man in a dark yellow magic robe was riding a gourd spiritual artifact, frantically chasing after a Female Cultivator in a blue-green magic robe.
Isle Master Youlan, controlling a flying sword in front, spat on the ground.
"I spit!"
"Even if I, Youlan, were to die, I would never become like the people of Medicine King Valley, bowing humbly to the Demon Dao, begging for mercy, running off to be someone else's dog!"
The long-faced man, hearing this, became furious.
"Wretched woman, you better watch your mouth!"
"If not for your slight beauty, I would have killed you already. Now, I give you a chance to live, yet you don't treasure it."
