"Consider yourself honored. In this Mortal District, there aren't many women qualified to be my plaything. You're one of them, and the very first."
As he spoke, the man gestured, and the longsword pinning Mu He flew back into his hand.
Seeing this, Mu Xue hurried forward to check on Mu He's injuries. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he was still alive.
"As for you..." The man turned to Mu Xue. "You look pretty good, too, but without comparison, there's no distinction. You're not worthy."
'I'm not worthy?'
An unknown flame of anger ignited in Mu Xue's heart.
When had she ever been belittled like this?
But anger was one thing; she wasn't about to lose her senses.
Even Mu He, with his Vajra Realm Cultivation, had been defeated in a single blow. What could she possibly do?
Moreover, she had heard two words from the man's mouth that were both shocking and unexpected.
Mortal District!
