"Have you noticed?"
The old beggar—she couldn't feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from his body. There were only two possibilities: one was that his cultivation level was so profound it surpassed her own, and the other was that he possessed some secret technique.
Obviously, the former was not very likely; Ji Nanjue didn't believe Tribulation-Crossing Cultivators could be encountered so easily in this world.
"That young beggar has astonishing talent."
"It could even be comparable to Zi Jun's natural gift."
Ji Nanjue seemed to think of something, then said with a playful smile, "Maybe he's here specifically for you, looking to take care of the disaster that you are. If you get beaten to death, I'll be sure to collect your corpse..."
Su Bei was furious. He stretched out his large hand and smacked her on the rear, the crisp sound echoing in the room.
"Who curses their own man like that?"
"You spendthrift woman!"
