The mountain winds swept across, making the hair of the Master of the Pingtian Sect dance wildly, creating a kind of desolate beauty.
"I hate all cultivators!" the Master of the Pingtian Sect said calmly, regaining her composure in such a short time, "The reason this world is so chaotic is because of you people who practice cultivation!"
"Therefore, when I emerged from that ancient relic, I swore to bury all cultivators!"
"Hence, I established the Pingtian Sect, using some secret techniques from the ancient relic to recruit a group of Jade Immortals to serve me."
"Haha, if they knew that the Sect Master they revered is actually just a weak woman, what kind of expressions would they have on their faces!"
The Master of the Pingtian Sect was slightly deranged, her laughter no longer resembling that of a normal person.
But what could one expect from a person with only a head remaining to be normal?
