"Master."
Inside the forest, Qing Zhu popped its head out and twisted its neck to look at Nan Xian.
"This woman... she seems to be the girl who wanted to pounce on you before."
Nan Xian stared, coldly, in the direction where An Cui had left, and then he glanced at the wide road that led to the Divine Herbs Sect.
"I remember, Tian Shen Manor's disciples... there are quite a number of them outside..."
Qing Zhu went rigid as it slowly lifted its head. It looked at Nan Xian blankly. "Master, what do you mean?"
"Within the Northern Wilderness, there's a charming snake… like you?" Nan Xian remained calm.
Qing Zhu's body turned more rigid. "Master, I don't like it, I really don't like any single bit of it!"
"Snake soup or you go seduce that charming snake." Nan Xian glanced at Qing Zhu, calmly.
Qing Zhu's eyes were wild with horror.
