"If we train like this every day, my old bones will fall apart." A depressed-looking male devil groaned unceasingly and casually threw his sword aside.
"Come on, at least we can rest today. Be content." Another male devil snorted scornfully and drank the wine in front of him.
"What is there to 'be content' with? Lord Qing Jun asked me to find a fitting individual. Where can I find one?" The depressed-looking male devil took a glance at his companion and scratched his head in agitation.
"Lord Qing Jun's request is indeed unusual. He actually wanted us to find a woman, but she must also not be too enchanting. Is this not a joke? Where can you find such a woman, one without amorous feelings, in our Devil race? He basically wants us to find a piece of wood. Isn't this simply making things hard for us?" Another male devil sitting nearby patted his companion on the shoulder sympathetically.
