Cen Xing'er, her delicate face filled with anger, immediately summoned the Forging Demon Pot.
But she was stopped by her senior sister.
"Xing'er, do you think your senior sister's heart isn't also pained?"
Feng Lingxue shook her head, a look of desolation on her face as she said, "As Master said, he has sacrificed so much in his life in pursuit of the ultimate path of longevity. Now, the Five Organ Returning only needs one final step. Can you bear to stop him?"
"But..."
Cen Xing'er was at a loss for words and could only throw herself into her senior sister's arms, seeking comfort.
Just as the two sisters were embracing each other and offering mutual comfort.
A cold, feminine voice came from nearby:
"Hmph! Lingxue, you're far too naïve! That old white demon is inherently a pervert craving beauty! Talk of restoring his organs and remolding the demon body are all just pretexts!"
"Only a fool like you would believe it!"
