The speaker was a middle-aged loose cultivator, slightly tipsy from drinking.
He sat with three or five friends at the same table, which was already in disorder, entering the stage of drinking bravado.
"Let me tell you, about six hundred seventy-three years ago, there was an ancestor from a righteous sect. I won't say her real name, so let's give her an alias, 'Cloud Fairy.'
"This Cloud Fairy, though a renowned beauty in her youth, had grown old."
"She wasn't one to vainly pursue eternal youth, so she naturally aged into a kindly-looking elder with white hair."
"Wait," someone at the table turned pale, "you're not suggesting the Celestial Evil even had the audacity to touch that?"
Chu Xuan's face turned dark upon hearing this, prompting even Qingqing to look over in surprise.
Clearly, even she, a Demon Path Saintess, hadn't heard of this bizarre tale.
