"To dare to curse my man, the rage in my heart surged uncontrollably.
The weasel, who spoke such venomous words, had fur turned white, a master of a thousand years of cultivation.
Its long, narrow, emerald green pupils looked at me disdainfully, "Wretched servant! Who are you to interfere with the words of this Immortal! The Snake Lord died a horrible death, horrible death!! I said it, what can you do to me?"
Immediately, the other Yellow Immortals beside it all began to mock and taunt,
"Yu Longting was humiliatingly sewn onto a woman's cheongsam, the whole demonic world knows, does your Snake Sect still want to cover this up?"
"A mere nineteen-year-old human can sew a thousand-year-cultivated Snake Lord onto clothes, how weak must he be?"
These weasels had a reason to be arrogant.
