"Hmph, you talk as if you're not an old geezer yourself, acting like a lackey at your age, look at what it's gotten you."
Lian Jie took a glance at the old man before him. The man was just serving as a lackey to the Fairy Sister, what's so great about that?
"Fairy Sister, how do I look? I'm eighty-eight this year, at the sixth level in Mysterious Arts; could I apply to carry your shoes for you?"
While Lian Jie looked down on Li Shoudou for being the lackey of Fairy Sister, he also wanted to scramble for the position of a lackey himself.
"You old ghoul, are you thinking of betraying the clan?"
Lian Yu, with her body wracking with pain, sat on the ground, leaning against a filthy wall, gasping for air, her originally purple hair, soaked with sweat from the pain, revealing its natural white.
