Chen Siyu's gentle little hand grasped Liu Zhaozhi and gave him a reproachful look.
"You know very well that these Wandering Cultivators are nothing more than imposters."
"I think this person is actually not bad, has some mana, but it's pure suicide to fight with the Three Great True Masters of Dragon Tiger Mountain."
Liu Zhaozhi felt his wife's tenderness and grinned.
"True, in the Mortal World, with its indulgence, how could there be any Great Master with vast Divine Skills?"
At this point, his face showed slight mockery.
"Yesterday, I saw on TV a so-called master being beaten bloody by a mere Warrior, which truly disgrace Cultivators."
As he said this, he turned back and embraced Chen Siyu's slender waist.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, with you as my companion beyond the Mortal World, whether we attain immortality or not, there are no regrets."
Chen Siyu's face blushed, burying her head in her husband's chest, refusing to watch the brutal fight below.
